  James Browns Think followed by some T Rex coming on over the radio broke me out of my exhausted malaise and convinced me to get to writing.
A relatively sober but nevertheless tiring day in the sun yesterday sealed the deal on my today-plans. Tanning, swimming in the ocean, and BBQing and cooking for the many hungry mouths of stoners at an old friends house off Neptune in Leucadia. Idiots climbing onto the roof to see /more/ fireworks, and then lighting an arsenal of their own convinced me it was time to pack it up and go home.
The false machismo was maybe more tiring to be around than the hours and hours on my bare feet in the kitchen could ever have taxed my energy. This is my beach, Grandview. I snapped this on my way down the stairs. Being in the water sure was lovely though. The salt and my rounded body allowing me to float like a cork in between sets and chat it up with the guys on bodyboards waiting for the break.
Just lovely. Kate and Kegler on the sand: Im more excited than ever about the party coming up on Saturday. No, no one from this crowd will be there. 
