Cuttlefish...eh...let us not, dear friends, forget our dear friends the cuttlefish...bind them up together and they’ll devour themselves without a single thought...Human nature, in’it? Ooor...rather fish nature...So yes...

I'm starting to get a little more comfortable with Myrtle Beach. It's a lot bigger than I'm used to, but at the same time, I've done so much travelling that I can get used to anything pretty quickly. The people here are...interesting, I guess is the word. A bit more superficial than I'd like, frankly. But I guess that's what comes with a place like this, a place that attracts so many tourists. Still, when a woman looks at me like I've lost my mind because her hair is going to get wet if she goes diving, I want to forfeit my job in order to make comments and set her straight.

On the other hand, there are some amazing people here as well. People that have offered me houseroom, friendship, and assistance, without asking anything for themselves. That sort of warmth reminds me of home, and that's the best praise I could possibly give to Myrtle Beach.

Salina will be here on Monday, and I can't wait to see her. Even though I saw her a few weeks ago, I miss her so much when we're separated. It's strange, sometimes. Becca assured me, years ago when she asked me to father her child, that I didn't have to be involved. I didn't plan on being involved. But then, the first time I felt Sal kick through Becca's stomach, I knew that not being involved was not an option. I wish I could talk Becca into moving out here, so that I could see Salina any time I want. But with how much I move around, that's no life for a little girl who loves school and thinks her bed is the "comfiest" place in the world.