Jason was an absolute beach bum, most of his plans involved smoking weed and sipping bottles on the side of the lake with his pals or any sunbathers or swimmers that looked down to party or chill for a bit. Roastin weenies or marshmallows were usually how he got a good bit of his protein in, unless he did enough odd jobs to make enough for the food shack. It was simple livin for sure, but despite the sunburns, weenie hungry seagulls, and sand constantly gettin in his crack, everytime he looks out at the sparklin waters, he knows heβs at peace.



















