The Parker, Palm Springs.

I do miss those big Florida skies.

Me and my one and only brother, when we still ran wild, with the Gulf of Mexico to our backs. He turned Thirty last month, can’t wrap my head around it still. I’ve grown taller than him, but he’ll always be my big brother. He’s got a reputation for being quiet, but I think he just chooses his words very carefully, always respected that about him. I believe in him, and have pride in him, always.

Happy Thirty Joey.

You’re on your way.

Been friends with Clay since 4th grade. He was my first friend in Florida. I was a terrbile swimmer when we were kids. Still am.

Nice city. Clean.

Always secretly feared this as a kid.

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