Rage: Death Star Galactica

We collected drift wood and knotted balls of tangled lobster trap line from the shores of the four mile beach and built our selves a shelter for our habits.




My uncle told me that if the national sea shore patrol took away his cooler I promptly owe him one in return.

Guess what coast this is on.

Seat for two at the surfboard bar, fire side.

This box camera was bought by Famous Class.

The local life guards were tired.

Al dove into the ocean. The four foot shore brake ripped his pants off and he was stranded in the mungy watter pant-less. He then spitefully fought the infinite ocean, searching for his dignity. I was playing pirate golf upon his arrival from the waters grasp. He spat and shook water off his body in rage walking back to the fire. "Fucking Ocean! Such an ungrateful bitch!"

He then sang songs about it and drank rum.

I burnt myself. As Usual.

The sun awoke you as hell would.
Yes I did make an egg for breakfast. 

lauren fell asleep inside, and woke up outside. She did not know how this happened.

Four Mile
Haggered