I moved to Florida in 1984, and stayed until 1998... but I finally got to live as a beach bum, in 2009... For 13 months, all I did was get up at two in the afternoon, go surfing until late in the evening, walk on the beach, and then have dinner, overlooking the pounding surf... Some TV, and then work on films for Amazon CreateSpace until early in the morning... maybe go out on the beach, again, for a late night walk in the moonlight, or the total darkness... (Walking on the deserted beach at night, in the moonlight, looks like somewhere in the deserts of the Middle East... or a Christmas Card. You expect to see three wise men going by on camels... The sand is really cold, almost like being on the surface of the moon).
... then backup to the room, and off to bed, to do it all over again, the next day.
It completely and totally ruined me. I can no longer wear shoes, of any kind. I went barefoot, or in a pair of slip on sandals the entire time. My feet are history... All I want to do, any more, is slip on a pair of shorts, and grab up my big old beach hat, and take off for the water, with a cup of jacked-up coffee...
At least half of my remaining years will be spent in this fashion, if I have anything to say about it!
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