i ain't playin

pleased to report that i do not work for an entire week. one whole week. beautiful.

my first day off i spent on the tar-embedded sand of the california coast. friend tagged along and traded a ride to the hidden beach for a bowl or two. i gladly accepted being as i am dry as the desert and half as sane. arrived at beach, set up camp, and for the first time in the trip, i was glad i brought along a boy friend rather than a girl friend as, not even an hour into the trip, two policemen strolled up on the scene. always a slight chance that you might run into those guys at the nudie beach. they tend to like to keep the public decent, i guess. i opened one eye to see them coming at me and just rolled my head to the other side. for once in my life, i am not doing a damned thing wrong. well, my buddy has a sack and some papers, and i may or may not have neptune in my possession, but they can't see that. farther down the beach, naked perverts scramble to pull on some trousers. too late, bucko. once they see you, you're toast.

i don't really understand why they even bother. nobody out here really talks to anybody else. most of the naked men are fathers and have their toddlers around them, teaching them about the many creatures of the tidepools, anyway. granted, you always get the lone creep, but that's just life. instead, they decide to come out there, a good 30 minute walk from any place worth noting, and write up everyone who just wants to feel free in a restricted world.

they ruined my day.