So the season is here....for those that did Labor Day...it BEEN here...and for other its Miami and the ultimate Trinidad.
And we are bombarded by these perfect body images of models in the gorgeous, beautiful, vomit provoking, out of body experience creating costumes that we MUST wear.
And so we begin the ritual - of eating less, and working out more....to achieve this ideal YOU for the road.
Master Cleanse recipes abound, Socacize in full gear...and instead of eating that steak you been dying for all week...you're munching on tilapia and broccoli.
Ain't a damn thing wrong with that. Effort and reward...
BUT.....
Let me just say this..


Lest we forget....
The Instant you step on the road..
and you transform from the 9-5 drudgery of your day to day existence..
The Minute...
you transform...
into the entity that is your costume...
the minute the sun hits your face....
the drink in your cup ....
and your surrounded by the VERY people you would want with you on a deserted island..
The minute the bess man next to you decide to take a small wine..on the bumper he been eyeing since you hit the road...
and your song come on...whatever it is....YOUR SONG comes on on the bumping system....


WHO THE HELL CARES????!!!!


dais all..
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