Ending summers in Puerto Galera back in its virgin state when you could still camp by the beach and there was only one local tranny tending the only bar by the beach. Big thoughts and the starry humid sky in poor man's Bora, we knew we were young and there wasn't much time before we'd actually discover ourselves. We were scared as shit, but at least we did get to enjoy the sun before it became a sport or a fashion. I appreciate Mac playing this song during the drive home. What a way to mark the end of the sun.
Ending summers in Puerto Galera back in its virgin state when you could still camp by the beach and there was only one local tranny tending the only bar by the beach. Big thoughts and the starry humid sky in poor man's Bora, we knew we were young and there wasn't much time before we'd actually discover ourselves. We were scared as shit, but at least we did get to enjoy the sun before it became a sport or a fashion. I appreciate Mac playing this song during the drive home. What a way to mark the end of the sun.