I Need a New Drug
Man, I need a vacation.
Not one of those pack giant suitcases and get on a plane vacations, just a road trip down to the Gulf Coast, to a little spot I love called Mustang Island.
You gotta pay to get in this state park, so it's not strewn with drunken teenagers flinging beer bottles at each other.
It's not a huge expanse of sea like my beloved Venice Beach on the Pacific, nor is it a craggy, rocky, dramatic Atlantic sea like on the Marginal Way in Ogunquit, Maine.
It's just a little beach on the Gulf Coast with gentle dunes, warm water and tame little waves on which one can easily body surf.
I need to gather up seaside negative ions all over my body, those ions that cancel out all the atmospheric crap that clings to those of us who live inches from computer monitors, TVs and cell phones.
I need to see goofy cranes, belching pelicans and those adorable little sandpipers hauling ass across the shoreline.
I need to eat a pound of jumbo shrimp that were swimming in the ocean the day before.
I need a few hush puppies, because fried bread crumbs are so nutritious.
I don't need two weeks or even one week. I'd settle for a day trip, leaving at dawn and returning that night.
The seed has been planted. It won't be long.