What actually makes a good day?

Work.

Basketball courts.

Diving for loose balls like your knees are still twenty years old.

Jumping into the Pacific.

A cheeseburger.

Feeding Ziggy.

Then ending the night with Epsom salts, candles, and a movie.

A kid from the suburbs of Philadelphia somehow ends up living life in San Diego, still moving, still playing, and slowly learning when it’s time to slow down.

Maybe a good day doesn’t need to be complicated.

Stay active.

Enjoy the simple moments.

Grab a coffee.

Drink a beer.

Smoke a cigarette if that’s your thing.

Come along for the ride.

Patty Out.