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First off, I would like to apologize for not writing a post this Monday. It is unlike me to stray from my usual bi-weekly article. As it were, I moved all weekend and didn’t have the energy to write anything Sunday night. Despite having an interesting story and some interesting material I simply could not write. So, now I am writing and, with apology, I will recap the exciting weekend I had.

The *fucking* Beach

Friday I was supposed to go to a bonfire with my friends. Earlier that day I signed the lease on my apartment (which did not get intanetz until Tuesday…FUCK). The bonfire was to be held on a beach in an undisclosed location on the Monterrey Bay Peninsula. I brought two friends with me.

My supreme interest in people watching and mental manipulation started with the two friends I brought. My two friends (female, who’s names will not be mentioned) are probably the only two friends of mine that can people watch at the same calibre as me. They impress me regularly.

So we drove from my unmentioned residence in the Bay Area to Salinas where we would meet with everyone before the event. As is any event where you introduce two groups of friends, the awkwardness was steaming. About thirty of us met in front of a friends house in Salinas. We all arrived by 10PM and left our rendezvous a few minutes later. It was   10:30PM by the time we reached the beach and we started building a fire. Me and my two accomplices patiently stood ankle deep in sand watching the night unfold. A list of characters are as follows:

• The techie=he brought a BB-gun and several hundred dollars worth of gadgets, including a $200 laser pointer which would later beacon local law enforcement.
• The drunks= they started downing rum before we even touched sand…enough said
• The indelibly stoned=created a sand bunker with neon’s and lava lamps before the fire was started
• The adrenaline junkies= started the fire….with a little less than a gallon of lighter fluid and some rum from the drunken.

We were at the beach for no longer than 30 minutes before the law showed up to kick us off. It was obviously dark and the fuzz didn’t notice much at first. After they told us they were not writing tickets they proceed to find a BB-gun (in a rifle case), too much booze to handle, marijuana, and other incriminating evidence including the fact we were all underage. So, me and my accomplices used our people watching skills and took advantage of the dead of night. We snuck around the pitch black beach and simply watched everyone get busted. To see a group of people in their natural habitat is quite hilarious and entertaining. Me and my accomplices had a beautiful conversation about the people and the event as we hid in the darkness from the pissed off fuzz.

Friday night ended in quite a lame display of failed entertainment and I was onto Saturday. All day Saturday and Sunday I went shopping for furniture and move/built that furniture as well as my belongings into my new apartment. I was rather busy and not nearly inebriated enough to appreciate it. The End.

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