the island

I come from a long line of mutts and misfits.  A proud lot we are - "not right" soup to nuts but damn we are loyal and our noses are cold so that means we are healthy - right?  I'm also talking about not just bio family  but also those I've claimed as family.  Misfits.  We don't get to pick who we are but hey if there's an island?  Usually cool, right? 

Except I see snow.  Yeah, I get it's all Christmassy and shit but I don't do cold as a general rule.  So MY Island of Misfits is in the Bahamas or somewhere better and nicer and warmer and more amazingly exotic with the best fruit and beach and NO body will find out about us and Anthony Bourdain can come and visit if he keeps his freaking NY hands and voice and NETWORK the hell off of it.  

I see an island that has my freaks and geeks and happy people.  We would read and make things that we would sell at stupid profit because it only comes from my island.  My island is a WIFI hot spot of unprecedented awesomeness.  OUR computers NEVER slow.  We are all Mac all the time.  No one gets fatter than they want to be and nobody has to wear any clothing they don't want to.  We are healthy and happy and we all just smile.  Of course it's heaven like. 

Personally,  I don't think Heaven - (like the real one my mom is very hesitant to visit since all they "do " is sing and she hates singing :D ) is set in the tropics - but heck what do I know about where God lays HIS robe? 

My island would be very much a haven.  You misunderstood?  come.  You sad?  come.  Beaten down?  Come.  I'll feed you.  sun you. relax you.  

I'm going to find that island.  and own it.  even if that island is my house.  I've always been a feeder.  I have the gift of hospitality.  This is not an accident.  

Got an island for sale?  call me.