Spring Break Powder Twin

What if the concept of "heaven" was just riding through eternity on a jet ski with someone you love?

Not a bad way to cruise through the astral plane. Throttle pinned—gliding over blue water with the wind in your hair and savage rays shining down on you while your lover holds on tight.

When you think about it, the concept of heaven truly is "Locals Only." If you wanna get in, you gotta be born into the cool club. You gotta read a book, follow the rules, and know someone who knows someone who's been there.

Meanwhile, all of us Kooks are sent down below to wallow in our fiery kookdom forever. Weeping and gnashing of teeth, we, the unrighteous Kooks, beg for forgiveness at the conclusion of an age.

The thing is, more often than not, Kooks don't even know they're Kooks. So why do they deserve this punishment and pain? What kind of a deity punishes a Kook for being a Kook when they don't even know they're being a Kook?

 These are some deep questions, man, deep questions… but, at what point does this hypocrisy make those in the cool club the real Kooks?

I don't know about you, but I'd rather be King of the Kooks than bow down to the Locals. Throttle up those jet skis and strap on the blades—Kooks Only, No Locals!