We were hanging out and I was, when you really think about it, up in the sky with birds. Then my pal comes over and says thereâ€™s some kick-ass plan. Depending on your expectations in life, â€œkick assâ€ can refer to anything ranging from poking little toddlers to going out and getting wasted at a grad party with decent looking folkâ€¦ it rarely takes into account The Beach. In my inebriated state it actually sounded goodâ€¦
When I woke up with no trace of a hangover, I still had traces of â€œbeach-proggieâ€ on the brain so I called up my pal to confirm that it was not something Iâ€™d seen on the notice boards over at cloud 9. It was really going to happen and the fact that I was fresh from getting my toe worked on in an entirely non-metrosexual way was not going to get in the way of this KICK ASS idea.
The ride to the beach was nothing out of the ordinary. The road continued to move under the car as its been known to since some guy called Henry Ford put a couple of bolts together with circular things and said heâ€™d call it an Automobile once he found some place to sit.
When we finally got to the beach, I realized that my attempts at bringing back the whole hat to the back fashion blunder made back in the day was futile. There was a bunch of guys who were already doing it and totally pushing it back to the brink of extinction.