We ended up walking, slowly because 50s, to The Brass Balls for lunch. Sat outside under the umbrellas, with little birds flitting about like ninjas after crumbs left on the floor. And I say ninjas, because they have mad skills without the fuck-it-all attitude that seagulls have. Seriously, have ya’ll been to a boardwalk? In … Continue reading M.I.A. – Part 2