Flabs upon ***** of excessive skin flock towards the sands to soak up the rays of the day light hours and delude themselves in the roped off safety zone waters of the seashore. Benched from lack of participation, sober and observant, you can't help but overhear a conversation about the salty tastes and textures of boys ******* between four teenage girls who look like they just entered the early stages of middle school and should not know anything, at that age, about that topic of discussion. Seagulls slowly glide overhead waiting for the perfect moment to bomb white droppings in the ******* mouths of the hodads and steal their bacon while they quickly scurry off and guffaw on the inside. Young ladies ***** hang proudly out of their skimpy bathing suits and stare into the sunken eyes of perverse old men. Socks and sandals roam the shores like tyrants to detect metals in the sand with their hiked up baggies, buttoned up blue Hawaiians and fisherman hats. They'll find god before they find these treasures. Unsupervised children puke peaches and use plastic shovels to pour buckets of sand down the backs and cracks of rubbernecks with discourtesy and no remorse. Adults shaded, relaxed and nose deep in books leave the responsibilities of their parental duties with inexperienced lifeguards to babysit their youngsters while they doggie paddle and submerge in the undertow along the waves of the oceanside. Concession stands serve delicious yet unhealthy, deep fried grotesque of appetizers and entrees to the potbellied roly-poleys as they wash it all down with a fountain of syrup and carbonation. Bare footed beefy **** diesels and their skinny minis walk hand and hand over the broken beer bottles and sharp rocks buried in the sand, unscathed and luxuriate in teenage love and summer fun. Dorks and dweebs play sand sphere with bunnies and honeys while Gremlins and grommets hunch like Quasimodo on their surfboards and ride the ankle busters and pounders til the end as they hit the bone yard at point break. The sun shines down on all of us leaving that warmth and radiant glow as you watch the mythical creatures and sea serpent shaped clouds slowly overpass. What a lovely day at the beach.