I was walking down a beach lane one fine summer morning when a guy saw me carrying a bodyboard. The surf was about 1 foot, the tide low and making what little waves there were close out. Water temperature was as warm as it gets in this part of California. Too small to bodysurf, too crappy to board surf. I just wanted to get wet.
I snapped a couple of pictures of him as he explained the "facts of life" to me, including the inevitable comparasion of equipment to private parts (long and hard vs. small and soft).
Upon development I was struck by the resemblance to the poster guy from FIVE SUMMER STORIES. The times, they have changed. |
