I spent a few days in Nags Head, North Carolina. I stayed in a three story beach house in the outer banks. I'd never been in a house with nine bathrooms. It was a massive place with a view of the raging Atlantic Ocean crashing on the shore across the street. Our buddy Vance slow-roasted a whole pig in the backyard, basted with his family's secret sauce. It was an interesting beer fueled, testosterone raging, four days in NC. I wish I had been in better spirits to enjoy some spirits but I'm still on a personal journey of sorts. On to the fourth jet flight this week...
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