The Dead Part of You

If you can stand it, if you can believe it - my face looks EVEN WORSE from Sunday's sunburn. I need to note here that the temperature couldn't have been anymore than 65 degrees out there - it didn't trigger the "I need sunscreen" fight or flight response in me at all.

Like I said, even BETTER than Daddy's fist kisses. He treats me real good.

Last Sunday I went to Spectacle Island with my homies.

Spectacle Island is named that because it used to look like a pair of glasses, not because it makes an ass out of itself. To get there, we took a ferry past Deer Island. Deer Island is where all of Boston's poop goes, and always reminds me of the eggs from the movie Alien.



When we decided to put our highway underneath the city, all the land we dug up was put on Spectacle Island. It's almost 2 miles to the top, but there's a nice view when you get there.



Additionally, when we got to the top, we found there was more to climb.



Oh my God. OH MY GOD! Really now! I know, right? I purchased a new camera a few weeks ago, and it can zoom in pretty good.



Really, we couldn't believe what we were seeing. I mean, you see it too, right? We didn't just mass hallucinate it?

Anyway, a good time was had by all except me because I got sunburned and blistered, word.



Obviously, I've grown tired of the questions. Taking a page from Amy Sedaris, I'm now tellin' people he loves me. I'm tellin' people his fist-kisses are just like daddy's used to be.