We’re fast approaching one of the worst winters in a decade, here in New York, and that’s why I’m bailing to a little place I like to call- “Summer Numero Dos”
That’s right, friends, I’m having another summer. A little greedy, yes. But seriously, winter can take a big heaving toke on my love flute. I’m not doing it again this year. I’ve done the math and it’s cheaper to live in the Keys for winter, than to stay here and live on anti-depressants and liquor. Look at this picture. Pretty, right? No it fuckin’ ain’t. It’s miserable. You’ve no idea how shit things can be until you’ve lived in this city for a winter. I’d almost prefer Afghanistan. Almost.
Let’s zoom down now, and take a look at what’s waiting for yours truly in the tropics.

This is my outfit for Summer #2.