You can run. You can hide. But he's gonna getcha.
The heat just won't stop beating us.
The sun currently feels like Sensei John Kreese of Cobra Kai yelling "Finish him!"
I feel less sexy in this weather. I typed while sitting at a desk in glasses and cargo shorts.
The best part of working at Sonic in Texas when I was a teenager during the summer was smoking in the walk-in freezer. Don't tell my mom. Or the Texas Board of Health.
In nine days, I leave for a tropical island. So I can cool off. In your melted face.
It's hot. Here's music. Quick--listen before your face melts off.
Everyone else, press the play button in the box below the track listing.