Nudist

I am naked outside on my third floor roof deck at 4:15 PM. Sunning all 6 feet, 165 lbs of Adam Thomas. Surprisingly I thought this would be more nerve racking but turns out most of my neighbors have their blinds closed and there aren't too many wandering eyes. Except for the squirrels on the roof next door, who seem to be ogling me up like Mr. Peanut. Still it's liberating. This is living without boundaries. This is freedom. Cue "God Bless America."

This tryout is actually a double feature. Like the drive-in movies of old, I'm giving you two for the price of none (like you snuck in through your buddies trunk). Obviously being nakey in public is the feature presentation but this is also the first Thomas Tryout Request. This was an idea I played around with a while ago for about 30 seconds, abruptly ending when "make out with a dude" was the first thing my friends could think of. So props to Steph for the idea.

But back to my soon to be rosy cheeks. Aside from the squirrels creeping about I'm pretty calm. After the initial rush and extremely uncomfortable act of climbing out of my tiny kitchen window in the buff, this is very relaxing. Now I know what it must have felt like to walk on the moon. Guaranteed Neil Armstrong pooped his G-Suit when he drew the short straw for that one. But once he was out there, just man and Moon, I bet he was all sorts of jacked up and waving that American Flag all over the place.

Now that I'm out here I wonder if this is illegal. I think this is technically my property, or at least my landlords (who is gone for the weekend). If I end up getting arrested this will turn into the Lollapalooza of Tryouts and I'll definitely be charging you guys. If not just for bail money.

Nudist, check.