Day two of the Bro-cation.
The antacids, though very likely effective in their own right, find themselves negated by several pots of coffee, gas station tacos, and 3 lbs of BBQ.
He sits pensively along the far wall of a local coffee shop, eyes staring wistfully out the window, his floral tank top and finely trimmed beard radiating his vanity, while casting doubt on his (admittedly difficult to find) masculinity.
Although I’ve attempted to dissuade him (both from his foppish attire and his, for lack of a better word, “Tubbish” eating habits), I’ve been met with an iron will that one wouldn’t expect to find nascent under a field of tank top flowers.
As such, a day of Whattaburger, margaritas, and blue pastel shorts awaits me and the fine people of Austin, Texas.
In the meantime, the antacids wrapper lies empty by the sink, the coffee pot brims with freshly brewed coffee, the hour of reckoning draws nigh. Soon day 2 will come to a close, and day 3 will rise, rife with unlearned lessons and the remaining sentiment of the prior days mistakes.
Stay tuned!
Landon Acknowledge Me 