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sappatoti -> RE: How Many Others Would Like To See (10/9/2009 7:44:56 PM)
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Here's the whole story...
I was living in Jax Beach at the time. It was my birthday and I was still mourning the loss of someone close to me. Someone bought me a drink at the oceanside bar, then another came up and announced to all present that it was my birthday.
I have no idea what the hell I was drinking. I was on a mission.
After a while, I hopped on my mountain bike (a popular mode of transport living out on the beach), jumped it through the bar, over some boardwalk benches, and disappeared out into the sand. From there it was all a blur.
I woke up the next afternoon with the cops at the door. After they left, I noticed that not only was I covered in the nasty, smelly kelp, but the bike -- lying in the living room -- was entwined in the crap. My bed was covered with it and sand.
Going back to the bar the next night, I heard all sorts of stories about how I was weaving in and out of traffic on A-1-A, covered head to toe with this kelp. Apparently, I took the bike out into the water itself and rode through the low-tide kelp beds.
That's it. I've not been able to get the imagery of me weaving along A-1-A looking like something dredged out of a bad sci-fi movie.
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