Death in the Sun

Buried beneath the sand at South Beach. I should have stayed under the sand all day. Two days after spending the day at the beach, I am in the hospital tending to second degree burns all over my back and shoulders and given narcotic drugs to be able to sleep at night. I am really dumb sometimes I swear.

All the people I went with were dark so I didn't think I would need sunscreen because they didn't use any. Boy was I wrong. Great way to celebrate St. Patrick's day, in the hospital. I need to remember my Irish roots for real. More than twenty minutes at South Beach requires sunscreen for any people with Irish roots.