The trip down Newport resulted in a phantom of neglect. Vacant stares like magnifying lens' piercing the marine layer. Yesterday's sun gave rise to today's neglect. It is said that Hodad's makes quite a burger. I'm not so sure what all the fuss is about.
Tomorrow's hero will be today's villain. But what a time will be had on the run from the law. Sirens blasting through the OB night, the serenity broken for the sake of a scoundrel. Like so many others, caution is but a lost cause, thrown abhorrently into the rainy sky, hoping.
The streets are littered with the Peninsula Beacon. Does anybody know how to read? Not that I can tell. That guy standing over there, reflecting on his reflection in the storefront, is one of ours. He was lost last week and will not recover. His reflection but a memory of what can happen when the tide turns.
I'm lucky I'm looking through an open window. The possibilities are limitless. Crawling across the spectrum of the abyss into the unknown. Thank you sir, may I have another. Anything else?
See you.
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