Well, I'm sick of summer for a different reason. It's hot, and there's people everywhere, at least here in the city. Your neighbors barbequeing till 2 a.m. getting drunk, keeping you awake. Kids screaming all day outside. You go to the park, and you can't even find a place to sit down amongst the picknick blankets, old men in their underwear, frisbee throwing students, ugly people taking their shirts off, exposing pale, quivering flesh. You go to have a drink in town, and you can't even find a place to sit down, you're pushing past herds of tourist and sweaty people crowding each intersection.
You go to the beach, and can't even spread your towel on the ground without stepping on somebody's face first. Great fun having kites fall on your head, or sand thrown in your mouth by the sandals of some smelly guy passing by. LOL!
So you stay home on the weekends, shunning the crowds and the happening places, sweating like a pig, and drinking beer after beer, hoping autum will come faster, and people think you're insane for staying home, instead of going out there, enjoying the weather or whatever they think is worth enjoying in this heat.
I paid 600 bucks to have the climate control unit in my car fixed so I can be cool while driving (to work of all places), and now I think, this is the best thing I did all summer. What kinda life is that?
Give me the winter. People stay indoors, and the parks and streets are deserted, serene and beautiful to enjoy. Nobody looks at you in a strange way if you elect to stay home on Sunday and read a book. So it's cold. Who cares?
Summer's really overrated.
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I want no escape.
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