August 23, 2018:
I used to do this. Broil in the sun.
In the park near my house. In the park by the Bay.
Remove my shirt. Read my books, eyes protected by Ray Bans.
I think that might be why the women were interested in me when I moved north. Into the gray wasteland appears: a boy who looks healthy!
Then I stopped. I heeded the warnings: "The O-Zone layer she ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be..." Until I looked like a ghost.
The world is full of dangers. At least I'll make an attractive corpse.