Whoever says there’s nothing to do in Oak Harbor is wrong. I’m still in the process of packing and jamming things into my brother’s car. Right now just seemed like a good time to post, since I’m about to disconnect my computer. Anyway, this summer has been fun, but it’s coming to a close real quick. It feels like my brother, Louie, Curt, Junior, and I are the survivors of some story writing the last chapter. In no way was the summer epic, nor did it have any coherent story to it, but that’s just how it feels being the last few without classes. On Wednesday, the book of this summer ends. Tomorrow, Oak Harbor becomes a weekend getaway.
In six years, I’ve learned that boredom can’t be blamed on an island. Whenever there’s nothing to do, there are usually friends to hang out with. As long as I have my friends with me, there would be some way to have fun anywhere. This is where I give shout outs, in hierarchical then alphabetical order, then type holler at your boy a few times. Use your imagination. I love this place. See you on the weekends Oak Harbor.