outthere
An old man. Sunning himself red beside a billowing dumpster. A young woman in constant danger of losing her top. Fishing twine cut and tossed. Cigarette butts born to fly. Cans on the ground. Beers by 11. Curses 24-7. Parking when the sign says “No Parking.” Surfing where it says “No Surfing.” Pilings bent however they damn please. Whatever the world tells you “don’t,” these pier rats do. Sometimes it’s good. Sometimes it’s bad. But — in the end — it’s probably for the better. — C. White
PHOTO: David Weybright
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