Mood:  happy

Okinawa.

*Shawn sits up against the wall kicthen wall with a guitar and smoking a blunt*

Shawn:
Hey Nicole. How are you and the baby? Okinawa is sweet! It's so hot that it can melt the metal on my pants. The clubs are wicked. The birds are fit. Just not as fit as you.

*Takes another puff of his blunt*

Shawn:
God, how many months has it been? Six? Seven? It feels like forever for me. I can't imagine how it feels for you.

*Chuckles*

*Shawn takes another puff of his blunt*

Shawn:
Can't say when I'm coming home yet. I have... oh, how do I put this? A little hang-up. It's nothing huge. Just a little bump. Once it gets smoothed over, we'll just have to see.

*There is a knock on his door*

*Shawn looks up*

Shawn:
Oh, I have some mates here.

*Turns back to the camera*

Shawn:
Got to go babes. Take care of that baby for me until I come back.

*Turns off the camera*

WRAP