Sunday, October 24, 2010
PAIN & SUFFERING
Beach time is fun time. Not Ssn Onofre surf beach. The day is hot, the day is dry. An ice cold brewski is what the doctor ordered. No, is what the lifeguard says. "No alcohol on the beach. Period," he shouts. There's no one here, I say. "Can't you read the sign,"he says. I think, why is he looking at me, and not the water? An automobile traveling 12 mph along the dirt road. "SLOW DOWN!" someone rudely shouts. Another 5th generation Club member says you can't park here, I'm saving this for a friend." I think I'd rather have a Palapa in Jalapa, a pad in Trinidad, or a condo in Redondo, rather than face this cub hodge-podge on a weekly basis. Why are Park Rangers packing anyways.
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Beats the living crap out of me that's for sure.
Will work for weed. No windows please.
Ranger's are packing in case sonebody tries to stick up the toll booth. I think anyway.
It's cold, the wind's from the south, the ocean's choppy effecting the waves, of which there are mone. Monday's are my day off, no where to go. They're tearing down the 'Rib', the dirt road at Nofre is closed due to flooding. Unless you got official business on that beach you ain't not getting in. PERIOO!
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