With a bellow Anderson marked his arrival. It fell largely unnoticed. We were too busy discussing the possibility of hitting the beach and how best to smuggle booze so as to not get arrested. Gerald is the only one to greet Anderson. That's not surprising since Gerald is in from Dover, Delaware and hasn't seen any of us in a year and a half.
Who the fuck chooses to live in Dover?
California smells like exhaust, but the girls are hot. It's a trade off I guess. Gerald says the girls in Dover are hot too. None of us believe him. We've settled on flasks of whiskey, a back pack full of tall boys, and frequent trips back to the car to refill.