She lured us into the freezing waves at 11:00 in the night, our ankles crushed in the icy cold, we swam with the coastal night creatures, like stingrays, but never touched one. The outside air was much warmer than the ocean, and it felt nice to come out. When I looked up from the waves I saw the Edison power plant polluting the night air.
The walk to the pit was sandy and we huddled around our bon-type-fire warming up, before the Beach Patrol came and harshly kicked us off the beach. 'You don't want the $300 tickets I'm giving out' What a dick.
Posted June 29th, 2006 by HB is a great place... at times.