Aight folks, 
So just a bit of an issue to raise. Now some of you will already be familiar with what I'm about to bring up. Ginger. Pickled ginger to be exact. Pickled ginger costing me fifty fucking cents. I was right furious. What kind of society do we live in where it's acceptable to charge an innocent person HALF A DOLLAR for didley squat ginger. I mean, why would anyone feel it is okay to make people pay that much for a product which not only is worth perhaps five cents, but which at every other sushi establishment is given for free! I mean, some people are just money guzzling douche bags! Whatever happened to generosity? Or do you have to pay for that as well? It's so rare that you experience genuine generosity and kindness these days, I mean is it really that damn hard to care about a stranger? And what is this thing about wringing people for every penny you possibly can? Forty cents for tomato sauce? I mean, next thing you know it'll  be extra for a sugar in your coffee! This shit is ridiculous! We, as  everyday people, need to take a stand! I'm packing my own ginger next time! That'll show those tight arse pricks! And don't even get me started on how much they expect you to pay for Japanese mayo! 

Howdy folks,
Life in the ol' Bay is about as great as it gets. Being absent from this place really makes you appreciate this glorious paradise I live in. It' s so easy to forget that we are so damn lucky. Having returned from three months in India I have a new appreciation for the glorious simplicities in life. I mean, just cycling down to the beach, or venturing up to the lighthouse to yell into the wind, or eating a massive bowl of fresh fruit, breathing fresh air without the all pervading stench of life in India, it's fucking awesome! And don't get me wrong, I loved the madness of India, the ridiculous complication that's involved in the simplest of things, the nasal crushing odour of the streets, the awe inspiring complexity of driving through the mountains, and the ring stinging joy that is dhal and naan, but dear god it's a right shithole compared to the epicness of this place. Byron Bay is like this wonderful bubble of joy in which beautiful people converge to surf, tan, party, eat, drink, socialise and frolic about and flaunt their glorious selves in clothes they spent way too long fretting over and bodies they spent way too long plucking and polishing. And that's okay, if that what makes you happy and feel good about yourself, go for it. This is the place to feel great. This place makes for an amazing lifestyle. We have beaches, and farmland, and rainforests and amazing fresh food and sunshine and a place to sleep which is dry and warm and people who look out for us and it's so easy to be wonderfully happy when you think about all that is superb and not shit and dirty and ill. Life is so easy here. And there is no pressure to be successful or have lots of money or go or do anything. We can be whoever we want to be. We can be us. Or someone else if that's what you want. Damn. I mean, this is the shit. This. Here. Right now. Is. The. Shit.
Love it you excellent humans. Be wonderful. Stay superb.