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May 13, 2004 15:24


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anonymous May 18 2004, 16:01:56 UTC
I once snuck onto a private beach up in Sarasota Florida. Their were mansions on the beach, but the beach was deserted. All the shells were in perfect whole condition-not broken from people running on them.

We set up behind a dune and went fishing in the ocean while listening to some good tunes. When some of the people from the mansions approached us, we threw out a common last name of Smith (there's always got to be a smith around right?)and they're were all like "awww your the smiths grandkids visiting florida? thats amazing, its great to finally meet you!".

they told us a bit about the beach, and left us alone. Though they kept glancing back at us every then and again from afar, where we'd time a pretentious laugh on the count of 3...all let out boistrous chuckles and strutted like we owned the place.

I was not getting my little bourgeoise butt kicked off the beach. it was heaven.

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welsh_rob May 19 2004, 16:57:27 UTC
this was a residential beach for this town, but we saw no signs and it wasn't so upper class.

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anonymous May 20 2004, 04:39:22 UTC
Sorry i stumbled on to your livejournal looking for another friend's. I liked the photography so i decided to stay a while.

Sidenote: if thats your hair (above)
it is LUSCIOUS!
congratulations.

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