He shrugs; it's not as if he's ever really up to much these days. It's good, really. Most of the time he's pretty stoked about it, and he's not sure that's gonna change any time soon. Mostly because the alternative pretty much sucks ass.

"So, the beach, huh?" he asks, and he squints up into the sun for a second before looking back at Mike, "It's weird. We, uh, we don't have one back home. You know, unless you're gonna drive to Mexico, and who the hell wants to do that, you know?"