YO YO BO BO JOJO'S

I'm unsure as to why this photo appeals to me. Is it the flagrant lack of concern for appearances that I find admirable, or is it that this brand of laziness somehow makes my life seem very ambitious. Whatever it is, be sure that this particular form of personal hygiene is not for the faint of smell.
Well to recap my existence on the big blue ball....... (however insignificant)
I've managed to make it back to the cool blue north just in time to partake of the flue festival that has swept the region by storm. This years headliner is none other than the as yet unknown, headpounding, body aching variety. All of this combined with the adjustment period I go through every time I return from a place where anything goes, to the anal retentive hyperbole, that constitutes a self proclaimed civilized society, has given me the blues.
If I weren't so damn white I'd probably write a song. I guess that's why we have Merle Haggard.
Oh well this to shall pass. I believe I shall turn my compass southward again after I have sorted out some details, and continue my love, hate relationship with my tropical home.
BoBo Jo Jo's may get off the ground yet.
Con Dios E Suerte

I LIVE ON A BIG BLUE BALL
I NEVER DO DREAM I MAY FALL

JIMMY BUFFET