Mid-life Crisis (on the beach)
It was the most embarrassing moment of her life, and I know about it. Emily had confided in her friends on monkey island. She’d told them her secret. A secret she made them swear not to tell anyone. Well, the monkeys told me. Now I know. So I came here, to find you. I’m breathless from the climb up the hill, but I had to see if it was true.
The monkeys told me I’d find you here. And they didn’t lie. No, they told the truth, and it’s plain to see. I learned that bananas can be split into three equal parts. I learned that bananas are easier to peel from the ‘wrong’ end. I learned that forty years of life isn’t nearly enough to learn all there is to know, and I’m just sad that forty more still won’t be enough.
So the hell with here, and the hell with the monkeys. Let’s drink rum and go surfing! Let’s cook pineapple over the hot coals and lounge in the sand until our bellies turn as red as the setting sun! Let’s swim less than an hour after eating! Let’s challenge every old wives’ tale ever told! Let’s burn out!