Life is good Ė at least most of the the time. The beach is still sandy, the ocean is still salty, the locals still talk story.
This morning, I was woken up by some folks who come out for dawn patrol. They killed it. I donít know how they get so amped at 6am, catching the pipelines and hanging ten. Donít get me wrong, Iím not complaining; that stuff is art!
Later, this bunch of kooks came out with their foamies. They thought they looked so hot. It was ridiculous. But man, watching them getting stuffed over and over. That was awesome. Definitely put them and their big heads in their place.
After they were done getting shamed by the waves, they came back to the beach, right next to me and started eating their lunches. Huge bentos of rice, mac salad, musubi, katsu, and teri chicken. Man was it onoliscious smelling. But then, they left their rubbish right on the sand. Couldnít they see the trash can 10 feet away? Thatís junk! I tried to give them stink eye, but itís hard when I donít have any eyes.
Iím thinking I need a change of pace. I want to get off the beach, see the world a bit, broaden my horizons. Iíve never been inside a house before; I hear itís pretty different from the beach. Now, that sounds like an exciting adventure. I just need to figure out how to get there. Iíd promise to not track any sand inside. Any ideas?