We went to the beach. 2:30 a.m. SO foggy. The only light on the beach was Big Red. The only people we saw on the beach were 1. a bobbing flashlight coming toward us which then disappeared, and 2. a guy on a creaky bike. Back at the car there was a sketchy caravan of cars driven by people speaking a language no one recognized. I would not have been surprised one bit if we had been attacked by zombies or something. Seriously, if that guy on the creaky bike had pulled out a chainsaw I would not have thought it was weird.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
i'm going to write a horror movie based on this night.
We went to the beach. 2:30 a.m. SO foggy. The only light on the beach was Big Red. The only people we saw on the beach were 1. a bobbing flashlight coming toward us which then disappeared, and 2. a guy on a creaky bike. Back at the car there was a sketchy caravan of cars driven by people speaking a language no one recognized. I would not have been surprised one bit if we had been attacked by zombies or something. Seriously, if that guy on the creaky bike had pulled out a chainsaw I would not have thought it was weird.
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