There are pockets for beer cans and for two fishing poles. I even have a big beach umbrella attached to the back. Of course my beer is in a perforated...box down in the water on the end of a rope. I also keep a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in there too. I use it to season the fish.In other words I can live on my island for a month unless I get tired of eating fish and drinking beer. Never!Then one day I saw a girl swimming in my lagoon. I waved at her and she disappeared under the water. She did not. But in the end I was happy when the band started to perform. I hadn'treally planned on spending all afternoon hanging out at the party, butthere wasn't anywhere else I would rather be.---Later that night, after all of the party guests had left and the band wasgone, I finally managed to give Austin his present."Happy Birthday, Austin," I told him and handed him the slightly unwieldypackage.He gratefully took the present from me and looked at it quizzically for amoment before he started ripping. Unbelievably good camouflage Basel, the brain processing power needed for such a feat is staggering. It was orienting its camouflage to my line of perspective, a fantastic feat to do in real time!"Basel sounded unconvinced. "And you say it flowed?" Yes." Could it have been a real liquid? Somehow a reservoir of melted snow bursting?" What?! No, of course not! Basel, this thing was alive, acting with intelligence. It darted from behind one tree to behind another!" But you say it's a liquid?" No,. You just need to do the same. Shit, it's not like you're fifty or something. Go quit your job and do some fun stuff, and then you can figure out what yanks your crank." If only it was that simple," I smirk."It really is that simple," she says. "Trust me. Just close your eyes and jump. The hardest part is letting go of what you know just because you're afraid that whatever comes next might suck worse."Nicole studies my face with a disarmingly sincere expression, and I have to resist the impulse.