Oh. San Clemente State Beach. What an interesting day.
Went into the water to body surf. Forgot how to read waves. Remembered. Had lots of fun.
Put tons of SPF-30 sunscreen on. Got lobster-red anyway.
Saw a guy who looked really cool. Had a wife and 1-year old son. Seemed to love wife and kid. Had a gigantic “Third Reich” tattoo on his back. Complete with warships. Partially obscured symbolics. Soldiers. Etc. Looked like a cool guy. Was a hater. Sad.