y'all talk funny y'all from the islands?

we went to the beach one time in november, close to christmas because it was the first cold day. watching the wind russle those salty weeds on the dunes was good enough. we stayed like that for days. another time i dug a hole in the ground and the police found me. at the time i enjoyed sleeping in holes and they assumed i was drunk or had killed myself. after the apparent suicide of my 18-year-old son i stopped going to the beach. tomorrow i'm going to the swamp to get duylinh. i will be equipped with a letter with three different stamps, a business card from some man who ensures cameroon's compliance with the 1991 (or 1994?) montreal protocol, and a carton of menthol cigarettes, should it come down to that.