Broke-Ass Porn: Park Days

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought:

Spring is upon us.  The birds are chirping, tan lines are appearing, and the sound of laughter and acoustic guitars can be heard coming from any city park.  What more can you ask for in life than to be able to hang out with friends (ones you’ve just met or the ones you’ve known for years), while enjoying the warm sun and some cold beers?  It’s a broke-ass’s dream really.  The atmosphere is free and the only thing you have to pay for is whatever you decide to bring.

Some of the best days of my life have been spent in parks from Dolores to Prospect and from the Tiergarten in Berlin, to that weird time in Argentina with the Native American and the Norwegian coke-heads. I love hanging in the park because it’s one of the few places you can go where the amount of enjoyment you get has absolutely no correlation to the amount of money in your pocket.  Even your crankiest friends seem to have a great time on a nice day in the park.

So next time the sun is shining and you’ve got some free time on your hands, grab a blanket, a tall boy, and some pals, and head to the park.  It’s beckoning you, but you already knew that.  Just remember one thing, don’t be a shithead.  Make sure to pick up your trash when you leave.  You’re a grown-ass person for fuck’s sake!

Got any great park stories?  I’d love to hear them.  Leave them as comments below.