Monday, August 24, 2009

Island Color

One day, we were neighbors with a skinny, goateed guy who had a rather crude, full-sized Confederate flag on his back that looked like it was the work of the chief tat artist in Chino State prison. Most of the time, he stayed passed out on his NASCAR beach towel getting a third degree sunburn, but every once in a while, he’d suddenly spring to life and treat his fellow beach goers to a little show by undulating his back and yelling, “Do y’all see my mother*&in’ flag wavin’? Well do ya, bitches? How cool is that shit? Damn, people!” Then he’d grab his crotch and crash onto his towel again. It was like the island version of “Hee-Haw.”

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