I read it this morning. I gotta admit, I find straight-edge hippies more and more tiresome as I get older (at the ripe old age of 35).
I'm glad he enjoys surfing, but almost nothing else in his life seems at all appealing.
Ditching your (almost certainly gorgeous) GF to spend more time alone? Writing trite aphorisms down in a thought journal? Cooking yourself pre-mixed chicken vegetable stir fries every night on a portable stove?
Do you sleep in a race car bed? No, I sleep in a big bed with my wife.
You know, I'm not gonna judge. If he really enjoys it, good for him. I'd rather be drinking and carousing and living in a decent apartment, sure. But that's me, and that's him. If he's faking it or being insincere or not really sure what makes him happy, that's one thing, but if he's having the time of his life and loves every day, hey, good for him.
