Remember this well: your 30th birthday hits you like a punch
in the gut. With force.
I've seen it humble many, and I wanted no part of it. So
Audrey and I went on a hike.
Sleeping Bear National Park. Or Dunes. Or something
like that. Its a giant sand dune on the North Eastern shore
of Lake Michigan. Its incredible.
And I took Audrey out there, and we had sex in the dunes.
On a blanket, of course. Sex on the sand just isnt as
romantic as the novella writers would have you believe, which is, oddly
enough, a good argument for writing from experience.
I've had sex outdoors various times, not often in the middle of the
day. The dunes cry out for it, for passion, for life, for
something. Little sand bowls dot the landscape in unending
waves, blown about by the wind from the blue lake. Its
difficult to be concealed in one, but in the interior of the park there
is no one, and if there is, they are too far away.
I think someone saw us, actually, but they were incredibly far away.
He hooted.
So, here it is: We Are Not Yuppies.
Any feedback (too loud? not loud enough? music
takes away from the speech?) would be appreciated.
Click on the flash to activate it, and again to make it play.
