we was politely kicked out of the human beach today. fucking memorial day weekend. god damn americans. the human takeover. i be dreading this weekend, the fierce recreationists. the opening of hunting season, the incendiary heat wave, the smashing bottles, the throbbing drug bodies. this morning i saw the blue porta potties lined up. that sickly reek that reminds me of donny john, the sewage king's inauguration, heralding the latest scandalous epoch in american crime. 
so i had to carry mister over some craggy rocks after the breakwater, because it was too hot to turn back or make it to pebble beach. this weekend i may get his stroller rolling. fuck the park district, the antidog humans, we got our own wheels, and our own mo better beach.