It works I hope. I rode a beach cruiser through Venice today and thought about the time when I came down to the boardwalk for the first time and saw this girl flash me a shot of her panties. She caught me gawking, smiled and opened her legs up a little more and gave me the stink eye.
As I weaved through the path avoiding j-holes and lovely lasses I thought about my sunglasses. I bought them from the Korean gentleman that morning as he was opening up his sidewalk store. He had tape on his nose, sunglasses (of course) and one of those big straw sunhats that verges on "Man in the Black Pajamas" jokes about the VC and Nam. But I'm half Korean . . . so I was really more interested in what was going on with his nose.
The bike seat was causing my shorts to bunch up and my package had good gravity and I felt myself, kinda sorta getting hard. I'm sorry. I usually spend all my time inside some place with tap water in a bottled water jug in the refrigerator, three ice cubes in the ice tray and a half a bottle of white wine left on the counter and it is officially the first day of summer. I was getting exercise.
Thus, the bike. Thus the purchasing of the sunglasses. Thus the thinking. Thus the flashback to miss flashy pants and her new found pet, "The Dolphin". Thus the near head on collision with a kid on a skateboard who zigged when he should have zagged and got ran off the road.
I thought to myself:
a) i've always been a pervert.
b) i wonder what she's doing now.
c) My heart still hurts.
d) I have a boner.
e) I want a grill cheese sandwich.
I'm just saying. I have a soft spot for Venice beach. Its sunny. I forgot.
It's good to be alive.
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