Hey, Wednesday.
I gotta keep this brief because I'm slammed and dreaming of beaches. If I don't see ocean soon, there will be blood.
But for now, enjoy this great pic of the Stones in Montauk, before the Surf Lodge and before Montauk was what it is now. I yearn for the old days as much as I yearn for sea air. If only. I have got to get some beach time and that's that. Montauk is a place that really moves me, despite its obvious hipster shit. I love it there and always will. Must. Go. To. There. Spending this weekend (not in Montauk) planning said trip. I'm aching for it.
Cause that's what's up this earning my keep kind of Wednesday in the concrete jungle. Yours, in beach envy, and making like Mick and the boys. I've got a mind of my own, and I use it well. But I'd use it better if I could simply get a few days in the sand. XO