One Day You Wake Up and You're 30

Wow, what a couple of weeks I've had. We first had a fundraiser at the local community center. Unfortunately the turnout was very poor and we didn't even raise enough money to pay for the sound - still don't know how we're going to manage that. The next day, I had to get to the airport to pick up a friend, Millz. Along the way the bus ran out of gas. They wouldn't let us off the bus, so we jumped out the windows so we could catch another one. While Millz was here we went to Treasure Beach and the Blue Mountains. We stayed at Whitfield Hall, a hostile. Although there is no electricity, it was a good stay as it is very close to the hike to the peak and we were served some fresh home roasted coffee and hot Jamaican food. You can purchase coffee, roasted or green bean, from them and even watch them roast it if you ask them to. After Millz left, my brother BZ surprised me for my 30th birthday. I was quite in shock as I never thought he would come to Jam Rock. We had a bit of a bashment at our house as we had some drink and grilled some jerk burgers and hot dogs. The rest of his stay was good as he treated me to 9 holes of golf, with a caddie, at one of the oldest golf courses in the western hemisphere (Manchester Club) and to Little Ochie for an awesome dinner. He has since left and now I am off to Cockpit Country to help with some trail work.