I have words stuck at the back of my throat today. They’ve been sitting there unnoticed for quite a while now, leftover for days and days on end. It feels a lot like the kind you’d have to scrape off with a metal fork, but I don’t know. They come off pretty easily and it feels good to have them slip away.

I think you forget a lot of things when you imagine the good things. Like conversations and dreams of steamboat and alcohol. Surprise early homecomings. Good friends and girl friends. Public holidays. And so on and so forth.

This weekend: I might do some art. Or take some pictures.

(It has been a long time coming.)

I like publicholidays. They remind me of days like this:

Beach bars. Jet Skis. Massage oils. Motorcycles. Coca cola in a bottle. Black and blue and everything else in between. Bliss.

I hope you like them too.