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Let those jet skis purr, baby

How to liberate yourself, this summer and always

It is summer

The temps, in the eighties

So one thing’s for certain

Time to let those jet skis purr, baby.

What are you waiting on, permission from mom or dad or God?

You’re a grown-up. You make your own decisions. Life is about choices and you have the power to choose this:

Let those jet skis purr, baby.

It is summer. Repeat, it is summer.

O, how you never thought those words would leave your lips. Not a month ago when it was still 50 and raining in Chicago.

Now it is hot, sweltering. And the cool water sings to you, invitingly, like a whispery Billie Eilish:

“Let those jet skis purr, baby.”

If you are wary, reader, here take my hand (and this life vest too). Get on the back of my jet ski, I will show you the way.

We will bask in the sound of the motor’s purring and explore the frontier of open water.