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I bicycled to the beach this afternoon and met my friend Sofia. The sun wasn't out but the wind was blowing shirtless temperatures. I drank some gin and juice from a plastic pepsi bottle. There was lightning; the teenage lifeguards ran up to us "Because I saw lighting you have to get off the beach and go to the boardwalk for thirty minutes." Beach over. Sofia and I established ourselves at the beach bar for a can of Canada's finest Labatt Blue. Sofia is so tan. He complains that the beach was a waste today because the sun wasn't out. I think it was worth the bike ride. He bought my beer. We played on our phones, probably awkwardly, while mute olympic basketball glided across the tv. It had begun to rain while sipping on my beer. Beer finished we left into the rain. I huddled with my bike away from the rain. Sofia departed. I stuck around trying to avoid the rain plus bike ride. Smoked a few times out of my bat. Spied strange car activity in the city beach parking lot. Rain! Subsided. So I rode my bicycle up the street to Crazy Night. The local sex shop. I had never been before. I had heard Crazy Night had an "arcade" and that certain activities took place without interference from the staff. Haha. The place is basically a shack. The arcade is this narrow room that looks like a bathroom with a red light. I didn't explore that any further. Basically the place is a porn DVD store with a half-creep store-keep who is probably bored out of his mind working 10AM-10PM in a windowless cum dump. I browsed the fifty plus dollars DVDs which included porn versions of the X-Files! Anyway, I slipped out the back door while the clerk was adjusting dildos on the rack.