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i could smell-- something-- as I crossed the bayway. is that the red tide stink of which i'd heard talk? is it something to do with the red moon in the sky or anthrax scares in florida? what fresh freakout is next? oh, it's high tide. or is that just me? wow the waves look great. the sun glistens on the sand. can't wait to-- wait, is that a dead fish? oh shit he's got on horns on his back like our purple lightbulb! a quick scan of the beach reveals the truth--dead fish indicate the tide line. dozens of them. and there's a storm coming from the north. no need for a swimsuit. in fact, the smell is so bad, i think i'll just smoke a cigarette and leave or just leave. there's two young dykes walking down the beach. ah, pass-a-girl. oh the reek! like a wharf, the hull of a boat, a fish factory, the DelmarVa-lous. |
