So the easiest route to go with this post would be to talk about the ripened casaba melons attached to the top branches of the casaba tree in this photo. In terms of easy things to write about, this is what we like to call, “low hanging casaba fruit.”

In my opinion, what is more interesting is the fact that this is actually a typical weekend scene from the condo building where this girl lives. Where the hell did all of these people come from, and why the hell did I live at my grandparent’s rental house when I moved back from college? I figured that this sort of thing only existed in the world of Arabian Sheikhs and spring break in Panama City Beach.

If I had known that there were apartment complexes that doubled as Cozumel sets on the weekends, I certainly would have done things differently: