A cloud of smoke covered the light of the merciless sun as the flavored puff of the vape pen came blowing out of my mouth.
In one hand a vape, in the other a mojito, on the top was a parasol keeping me in shade and below me was the deck chair.
The beach in front, the sun up above, splashing water in my ears along with hung over bastards.
Perfect, perfect morning.
I was in a really big battle after having been reborn in another world when I met this final boss kinda thing and was sent back to my world. Once back, I crashed a satellite, used it as a boat, came over to fucking Bermuda and participated in a rave while cosplaying as a demon.
I could probably write a Kamazon best seller with this.
While I was sipping on my drink, thinking of getting the nobel prize in literature, a shadows was cast over me. I pushed up the sun glasses and looked to my side only to find one brown haired man in beach shorts standing with his arms crossed.
