I'm manning my hot dog stand on the busy boardwalk of a beautiful sunny beach in Southern California.  My friend Aaron comes up to me and asked me if I've seen the latest art.  I tell him I haven't and he said it was really rad, pretty hot stuff.  So I pull out a sharpie and write 'BACK IN 5 - OR SOON, DUDEZ' on the back of a hot dog wrapper and grab my board to see the art.  We snake our way through the crowds - rollerbladers are always in our way.  We pull up on the stand of art down the boardwalk and I'm blown away by the trippy paintings.  They're psychedelic, kinda like Pink Floyd meets Hendrix.  One would go great over my black light poster back at the crib.  The artist, a cool dude named Tony, says he went to art school but dropped out after a couple years because 'no one got it'.  I totally get it, and ask if he'll take 40 bucks for the one I want, titled, "Mr. Mushroom Head".  it's cool because it looks hella rad and its totally about the plight of starving Ecuadorians.  He wanted 50, but I offered two Jacksons 'cause I need to headover and pick up an animal style double-double at In N Out later, I mean, a man's gotta eat and all, right?  The dude was righteous, and agreed 'cause I told him I do some painting too - he's seen it out on the wall behind the beach cabana - it's not my best work but its good cause I threw it up on the middle of the night and had to skate for my life when the pigs showed up just before I finished. 

Aaron had to run - he was already an hour late for his shift at Wahoo, so Mr. Mushroom Head and I breezed back to the hot dog stand.  There were three tourists hanging out waiting for me, they were funny looking and all pale, they must be from New Jersey or something.  I sold them six dogs and they threw a couple bucks in the tip jar.  I only rang up five, so I made another couple bucks that way.  A man has to pay for art somehow, huh?

Soon Stacy and Ashly swung by and both were wearing new bikinis and sporting fantans.  Stacy was all about the new Paris Hilton music video, and Ash couldn't get over Britney posing naked pregnant as a brunette.  She kept on about guys liking blondes, and I kept thinking about Paris and Gwen.  Stace was like Gwen and Paris totally need to make a record together, but Ash was saying they're so alike anyway, what's the point?  I'm still waiting for when the long rumored album from the guitarist from Blink 182 and the lead singer of Matchbox 20 comes out.  That should be killer.

After I served the girls their veggie dogs I waited around for a bit looking out at the surf, wondering if it'd still be strong when i got off.  I could catch a couple of gnarly waves and then meet up with Cooper and Logan and make a run through town tonight.  I texted them to see where they're at, and at the same time, a 'blader rolled by with an old school boom box and was playing Beck's "Where's It At?".  Ha I love irony.  So I texted them about the irony and had a good laugh, Coop sent one back saying they were going surfing at Calabassos.  Man, sometimes having a job sucks, I mean, its money and all, but I'm missing my life serving dogs.  Speaking of which - more irony - a funny looking Pomeranian came up to me when I was thinking that so I gave it a foot long.  The little guy ran off with it in his mouth, both ends dragging on the ground.  Which reminds me, I need to feed Steve when I get home, I was too hungover this morning to fill his bowl.  Maybe Carl fed him if that lazy guy's up yet. 

A few kids from up the road from the bungalow stopped by, Trey I think was the head of the group. They're kinda weird, I never see them at the beach or the mall, they're always just hanging out at their house and running off to whatever they do.  They had a bunch of signs about how the Governator was evil and all this Kerry stuff during the last election, which is cool, I mean they got opinions and stuff, but it was kinda a downer to see them trash up the yard that way.   I guess I can't talk 'cause I mean, we've got a broken down Woodie in our yard that Carl still wants to mount a movie screen on the hood so we can have our own drive in.  Talk about a killer idea.  I think Trey thinks too much, he was handing out some flyers about the gas prices and I was all bummed out cause it costs so much to drive these days.  Lucky I've got two legs and my board! Ha!  That'll show those towelheads whose boss, I'm sticking it to the man. 

It was finally time to close so I scarfed a dog before I locked everything up.  I wonder if Stace and Ash are still around?  They're both blondes, and that's pretty cool.