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Six miles on the Strand.
Six miles on the Strand.
Heat off the concrete.
I think this is heat stroke.
I don't stop.
White man in tight shorts.
He goes by me.
I race him.
I race him.
BIG DOG.
BIG DOG WEATHER.
BIG DOG.
BIG DOG WEATHER.
Water fountain's dry.
Hoofing it home.
Brent Boggs on the path.
I used to coach that kid.
Wholesale upholstery textiles now.
Block from the beach.
Wife and a one year old.
He kept his word.
Straight into the Pacific.
Molecules all over me.
Half naked and glistening.
Caught four waves.
Made it five.
Tell Tiff to tell John.
I'm a good oceaneer.
I am not a good swimmer.
GOOD OCEANEER.
NOT A GOOD SWIMMER.
Forty eight ounce Agua de Piedra.
Mexican sparkling water.
Nine dollar frozen Minute Maid lemonade.
One dollar to tap.
I think about the fourteen cents.
Noodle dinner with tofu.
Tofu to the dome.
Stomach in sexual heaven.
Six miles on the Strand.
