Said I'm Free, I'm Free At Last...

Free to surf, Free to run, Forget about my past!!!

If you're having difficulty getting a hold of me, look for me on the waves. Or running on River Road. Or perhaps on a cruise in the Bahamas. Or maybe in a small 7 passenger plane in Mexico. Or exploring the coves of the oldest city in the United States. But don't look for me in the library. And don't try to find me cutting up dead bodies. And don't search for me wielding sprays and newspapers on a roach killing spree. And don't even BEGIN to look for me pulling an all-nighter. Go ahead and call me at 3AM. Cause I won't pick up. Why? I'll be sleeping, that's why. Like a normal human being.

God's gift to the world = 6 weeks = no Miami = perfect happiness