It’s June 1.
I’m going to skip the part of the conversation where I say old curmudgeonly things like “where’d May go? I don’t even remember April!” and “Time flies” and all that mess.
I’ll just leave you with this:
“Summer is for breaking. Pack nothing. Leave without a note. Follow your internal compass. Wear what you slept in. Sleep in what you’re wearing. Use spf. Listen to the ocean but don’t take it’s advice word for word. Insist on karaoke. Display skin. Attract a following. Steal a heart. Lose track of time. Live your life.”