Day one of the Bro-cation.
I find myself stranded in an Air BnB in the heart of Austin, Texas, with no way to contact the outside world other than a moderately strong WiFi single, perfect cell phone connectivity, and an aggressive mobile data package.
There’s a dirty, abandoned pool adjacent to our unit; a single child playing alone in the labyrinthine alleyways of this rundown condominium complex; a sad, bearded man-child sitting on the couch across from me – complaining of stomach pains and an ironic lack of acknowledgement.
As I sit here chronicling my thoughts, he stands over the sink – popping antacid pills and listening to Kendrick Lamar; a bro-tank hangs from his lank (yet oddly, amorphous) frame, and a pair of sunglasses hangs obnoxiously from his neck. Such intense bodily discomfort reminds me of bro-cations past, particularly an unfortunate trip to Florida resulting in intense skin “purpling” and acute blistering, a function of an irrational faith in my skin tone, and the unrelenting wrath of the Florida sun.
His innate self-destructive qualities (and questionable understanding of the human body brought about by a Clear Lake, Wisconsin education) have led him to consuming copious amounts of coffee this morning to offset his stomach pains. Up next is BBQ and breakfast tacos.
I will keep you posted.
Landon Acknowledge Me 