July 24, 1999
10:07 AM, on the road

Family vacations are never what they appear to be. The premise is simple: a family going somewhere on a trip. What it actually is though, is the unleashing of the family's true colors... a return to one's primal instincts if you will. The father's idiotic and selfish self-planning of the events, the mother's controlled helplessness, and the children's unwilling slavery while sitting with fishing poles between them like horizontal prison bars. Right now I feel like Tantilus reaching for the grapes, only this time the prize is our destination instead of a fleshy fruit. The only thing keeping me alive is the pulsing beats of the CD that I recently won in an Ebay auction.

I sincerely wish we weren't going deep-sea fishing. Of course it was Dad's plan though, only he would pick anything that would involve us taking off in a boat at 7 AM. That man knows good and well that I don't even think about going to bed until 5 AM. No, I haven't been to sleep yet. Hopefully by the time we get to Jackson I'll have rested some. I am a bit excited to see Uncle Bill though. maybe my parents will let me ride with him until we reach Bay St. Louis. A quick note: God, thank you for inventing caffeine, and please help me correct my sleep schedule. Speaking of which, I think I'll take a nap until we hit Little Mountain. Maybe I'll continue then.

6:20 PM, still on the road

We've arrived in Bay St. Louis. In Gulfport a girl in a green Malibu checked me out. I couldn't help but smile and blush, and I think she knew because she started fixing her hair, teasing me with her beautiful locks of ear-length brunette-hair that had platinum streaks in it. The girl OOZED cute. I prayed she was going my way when the light changed, and she flashed an alluring smile and drove off. I did catch her license plate though... MUTLEY. We should arrive at the cabin soon.

11:47, at the cabin, in the bed in my bedroom

It's nice out here. If it weren't for the visible trees and sandbars of the delta, you wouldn't be able to tell the water from the sky. The cabin is nice too, it reminds me of something reminiscent of one of Hemingway's hangouts, so Papa, this one's for you. The first story contains two bedrooms, and there's a bathroom joining the two. This is where Julie and my parents are. The second story, joined by an outside set of stairs, is where the living room and kitchen is, as well as a bedroom / bathroom combo. The aforementioned combo is where Uncle Bill and I are, in two separate beds with a table between them, like the beds were on the Donna Reed show or something. Right now I'm wolfing down some resse's Pieces and wondering if the company knows (or cares) how utterly addicting these things are to me. But if it wasn't for our vices, we'd be perfect, right?

Well I talked to Mrs. G today, she was back from the DA's convention (which made me think of Hunter S Thompson... I wondered how he got out of that one alive), and I told her where I was and it surprised her a great deal., I left a message for Molly telling her where I am. I miss her.

Dad and I went fishing after supper. It was kind of neat because I was the only one that caught anything, a half-pound croaker (mind you that's still a decent size for a fish) It was gratifying that I discovered the trick to the local fish and he didn't. It's recently turned midnight here and I think I'll go to bed now, so I can catch the tide. I can't believe I'm starting to actually like fishing.