C'mon, everybody's doing it!This post is for people who make drugs.
Cold, hard, illegal drugs.
While I’m not so much a fan of your current products – nor have I tried any – I do have a business proposition for you.
Let’s bottle summer into pill form.
Because that is a drug I could do.
As soon as you pop some summer, you begin to smell coconut suntan lotion, ocean breezes, and smoky barbecues.
You feel refreshing pool water, billowing skirts and warm sunshine.
You taste juicy hamburgers, tart lemonade and grilled corn on the cob.
You are empowered by the inspiration carried in the wind of a warm, bright night.
You are liberated by light clothing, beach hair and no makeup.
You are happy because summer is bottled joy.
And you are addicted, which I imagine is key when making illegal drugs.
Of course, you would see a dip in sales mid-May through mid-September.
And on an occasional weekend in April, like the one we just had, when the weather hit 80, people flocked outdoors and we watched the Chicago Cubs play with hot dog in hand and nay a cardigan in sight.
On days like that, I don’t need a drug; the world is intoxicating enough for me. And I sniff all the air I can in hopes that it will linger in my system and bring me warmth on a chilly day.
But when I run out of those fumes, I’m left wanting, craving some more summer.
And I need a fix – fast.
Please, please be my dealer.
