#104fm easter

[beau-britton]

          There was a lot of effort that went into that Easter egg hunt—wasn’t supposed to be like that. Not that day, not ever. Easter was family affair, Ernest was up for the spit roasting (RIP, all good juju given in his honor of sperminating the rest of the gang for more Easter Sundays and the like to come) but that day Beau wasn’t able to participate in. Nope, RayAnne had other plans. Which, yeah bummed him out a little but he did have some making up to do still and Katie was always better at rock paper scissors than he was so it was down to him and that egg hunt. Prove he could garner something other than chocolates and a couple twenties stuffed with some melting peeps with that overflow of potential consumers....

         Tuning into 104FM and hearing Tommy Lee’s tigre radio voice announce on one of the only clear channels no matter how far out in the boonies he turned up, that he won a stay at the GF B&B. Pedal to the metal, and Beau was at the stations front doors faster than a knife fight in a phone booth. Free was free, better take advantage where you could and, Beau didn’t win things. Never had. Giddy child inside was reaching and reaching hard for that giant ice cream scoop with some exotic flavor like bubble gum. 

       What he got— was a lot more than he even heard on with the dial turned high. No answers from the fam at hand, a massive Kanye shrug and a to the tune of said mantra, Yeezy-lined stuffed duffel with a couple essentials, prepped and ready to devour that B&B. 

        *First night. Failed tinder sitch due to poor reception. Eh, they did have HBO so it wasn’t a big deal. 

       *Second day/night. Came equipped with the ripest of ripe fruits that he took hard advantage of after that full body massage from Frederico, which he swore he’d met before at The Catfish and a pool match and his name like, Joe. Or Tom. Jose or Jesus seemed more fitting now. Whatever, more relaxed than ever before with that deep tissue all over massage. Juicy Fruit smoothie the take down. 

          *Third night.... HBO went out. That was okay though, the Wifi worked. The last few hours before sleep hit and he’d have to pack his bags from this something starred resort was coming to its end. There was a crime doc on the 2Pac disappearance that he got ten minutes into and ended on Allie and Noah being old...and then not old. That did it. A night. A good night.