Devil on my Shoulder

"Should I?" he asked.
"Yeah, do it," she said.
"Really?"
"Sure."
He dropped his pants and pressed himself against the chain link fence. He felt the ocean breeze against bare skin. Rush-hour traffic streamed beneath the footbridge. A car honked. Smiling, he buckled himself back together.
"Your turn," he said.
Most days he was merely alive, but this day he had truly lived.

Day 107

I've adopted a hairstyle that's drastically more monastic than before. That is, no hair.

In other news: Money is a curse. It gives me the impulse to buy ridiculous things. Things like a Utilikilt (video). I guess the appeal really lies in the fact that a kilt offers the comfort and freedom of nudity (from the waist-down, at least), with only some of the social stigmatization.

I mean, I've gone skinny dipping before, and I must say, summer breezes never felt more amazing.