10:30am and the fog is still thick here at the beach. It's a bad sign. Ok no it's not, but seriously what's with this fog? At first I thought Venice Beach, just pulled an all nighter, but the air is breathable even with the 18 million homeless people roaming one of the most expensive neighborhoods to live in, in southern California. Homeless people. Like zombies. Dragging one leg behind them (like zombies do). Coming out from behind garbage cans. Suddenly appearing from an alleyway. Smelling like death. Well fed fat beach bum death.
So... The fog...
Here's the thing...
The beach during summer months, awesome. The beach during winter months, not so much.
It's a comedy show out there.... Out there... In the real world.
I remember making travel plans for Egypt, but then Libya had Syria had their "thing" and suddenly everyone hated Americans.... again.
Sigh
One step at a time.
Fog, makes me want to sit on the stoop and drink whiskey.
What? I don't have whiskey?
Guess I'll have to armor up in my anti zombie homeless beach bum gear and brave the liquor store. Not now of course. It's only 10:21am! I wouldn't drink this early in the day. I'm not in Minnesota anymore. Give me a little credit. I fully intend to lay in bed until (at least) 1pm.
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