The Bungalow Porch

Richard Whillas

Posted on July 04 2014

Waking up to a mild hangover which was equal parts left over local whiskey, too much sun and sleeping in a hot box of a bungalow, I surprised/delighted/spoiled my body with some plain old refreshing water and promises of a swim and some fresh island to sort me out! A stray cat kept me company as I slowly woke up and pondered the meaning of life... or where I can get a bacon sandwich from on this island.

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