People who live at the beach get to see shit like this every day. It’s unfair. If I wanted to see this at home, I would have to climb up on my roof, and even then, I probably wouldn’t be able to see it through the mountains to the west.
To think, the wealthy used to eschew the beach. Only paupers built their houses on the worthless sand. Oh, how times have changed. Now the poor go broke trying to live here. I can see the allure.
Stores are packed with so much shit, these days that there’s no room to pass another person in aisles, and yet, they never have what I’m looking for.
I hadn’t been out of the house all week, so even spending the day doing chores was a thrill.
Who needs enemies with a brain like this?
