My father, my brother, and I take a trip to the beach, and as we arrive he pulls his car underneath some rock structure that kind of resembles an overpass. *Skip*
It's late so we stayed in a hotel tonight, and I can see myself sitting on a plush red chair. *Skip*
We get back to where dad parked the car and see that the whole area where he parked is covered in sand. A black female beach security guard comes up to us and the four of us start to dig it out. Afterwards we are discussing whether or not it got sand in the engine and if it will still work.
Clarity: 2 / 5 Lucidity: 0 / 5
Posted Saturday, July 11, 2009 at 07:43 pm
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