more than half the time, late at night, while making lunch or staring out the car window, I fantasize about faking my own death. which sounds morbid, I know. personally I never thought about it that way, but in hindsight, faking my death defines what I imagine doing. hear me out;
I dye my hair, black, maybe. change my name to fox and move to the middle of the pacific ocean, somewhere in Hawaii. next to the sea into a beach house made of plywood and sliding doors, where its just me and the first animal I can adopt. everything would smell like lemons and aloe vera. not fake lemon, either. the real kind. I’d wake up every morning to the sound of sea shell wind chimes and waves. I’d go to work, to a tiny café where I could hum to myself and take peoples orders without wearing shoes. my house would always have background music, mainly the Eagles and Billy Joel and The Beetles. and Nick Gilder. always him. and it would all be played on vinyl because it sounds the best.
every now and then, I’d disappear, and no one would know where. but I wouldn’t go far, and I would always return with souvenirs. I’d spend the rest of my life singing and dancing, cooking, laying in or beside the ocean, painting & surfing & praying.
so if I ever randomly die, just know, I’m not really dead, just gone. somewhere.
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Hey Gracie, I'm thinking of you today!!
You know, your Danno and I may have had a rough start, but from the moment he first mentioned you I knew you were something special, kiddo. The way your dad's eyes lit up when he spoke about you - he loved you so much, I'm sure he still does. And when I met you for the first time? You were such a firecracker kid, the absolute best parts of Danno.
I miss you, kiddo. You and your dad.
(Steve McGarrett, source is Hawaii Five-0)