The car pulls up to the beach parking lot. Its 2 a.m. and the only set of lights come from the moon, which is half covered by the cloudy sky; and the yellow street lights, that line the walk way. I get up and out of the car. I lean the driver seat back and reach from my 5-pack of imported beer that sit, alone, in the back seat. As I pull the pack out, the cardboard handle gives way and the 5 glass beers hit the concrete with a bang, beside my front right tire. For a moment or two, i sit and stare at the fluid that escapes the box and watch it flow toward the small storm drain that is toward the the front of my car. Finally, i reach down and pick up the case. Only one beer survived the ordeal, so I grab it and throw the rest of the glass and cardboard into the storm drain that, now, hold the previous 4 beverages.
The walkway that leads me toward the beach is rather dirty. Cluttered with soda and cheap beer cans. Old sandwich bags, red dixie cups. Everything that you would need to have a great day at the beach and then when your done, just leave sitting there, just like an upstanding citizen should do. I continue down the wooden walk way and by this time, a strong wind starts to hit me in the face. I reach for my key chain and find my bottle opener. As the wooden walk way turns into sand, i stop and take my shoes off. I remove the top off of my 22.5 oz beer as well, and proceed toward the water.
The beach is deserted. only the moonlight, wind, water, and sand remain from earlier in the day. i find a nice spot about 25 feet from the waters edge and sit down in the sand. The beer is about a quarter of the way empty. I just sit and stare at the water go in and then out. Every so often, taking plugs from my beer. It seems peaceful, and this makes me smile. I continue to finish my beer and slowly stand. I make my way back to the the wooden walkway, and notice that my shoes are gone. I look left then right, and then notice a figure running down the beach maybe a good quarter mile down the beach. I'll never catch him, i think. I head toward the parking lot with sand in between my toes and figure out that my car has done the same disappearing act. I laugh a bit, as i stare at the ground. A sarcastic laugh to say the least.
I walked to the 24/7 liquor store and bought the same beer that I had finished savoring, then, I head back toward the beach. Shit, they cant take my wallet,....can they>......
The walkway that leads me toward the beach is rather dirty. Cluttered with soda and cheap beer cans. Old sandwich bags, red dixie cups. Everything that you would need to have a great day at the beach and then when your done, just leave sitting there, just like an upstanding citizen should do. I continue down the wooden walk way and by this time, a strong wind starts to hit me in the face. I reach for my key chain and find my bottle opener. As the wooden walk way turns into sand, i stop and take my shoes off. I remove the top off of my 22.5 oz beer as well, and proceed toward the water.
The beach is deserted. only the moonlight, wind, water, and sand remain from earlier in the day. i find a nice spot about 25 feet from the waters edge and sit down in the sand. The beer is about a quarter of the way empty. I just sit and stare at the water go in and then out. Every so often, taking plugs from my beer. It seems peaceful, and this makes me smile. I continue to finish my beer and slowly stand. I make my way back to the the wooden walkway, and notice that my shoes are gone. I look left then right, and then notice a figure running down the beach maybe a good quarter mile down the beach. I'll never catch him, i think. I head toward the parking lot with sand in between my toes and figure out that my car has done the same disappearing act. I laugh a bit, as i stare at the ground. A sarcastic laugh to say the least.
I walked to the 24/7 liquor store and bought the same beer that I had finished savoring, then, I head back toward the beach. Shit, they cant take my wallet,....can they>......
