whelp, mister seems okay. he must have ate a splinter boner or who knows what people throw fucking every bloody thing on the ground the world's one big trash can for the savages of end-stage consumerism and dogs eat anything we give em. all you can do is pray is this fuggin place gnome sane. anyhoo there was a throng of bellied schlubs on the sea wall and they're very nice fellows but there was a sea change from this morning and some wave-crush so we went down to the original place which if we cleared some boulders would be fairly accessible though the slabs have gotten more algaefied i carried my boy in proudly smoothly and out again the same. mister met a new girl and a familiar girl. he acted totally happy and unfazed by the episode. had i not known i would never have known anything scary transpired in between walks and swims. so on we go.
on the way home a couple boys in a silver beater from another time honked at me and i flipped them the anarchist national bird and the driver cheerfully returned the salute and then they swung over and i swung up the sidewalk and the boyo riding shotgun cheerfully added his birdie to the convo and i waved ephew! to his salute and we all smiled and it then occurred to me i may actually know those guys and they may have been just honking hi and then they thought the bird talk was just a continuation of happy greetings among fellow travelers. woohoo! summa summa summa!