JULIA AND I WENT TO CONEY ISLAND, CONEY MEANS RABBIT IN YE OLDE ENGLISH OR SUMMAT. IT WAS A WARM ENOUGH DAY BEFORE IT OFFICIALLY OPENED FOR THE SEASON. THE ONLY PEOPLE AROUND WERE SUPER DODGY FOLK WHO TRIED TO MAKE US PLAY GAMES IN THE FUNFAIR, WE REFUSED SO ONE OF US FOLLOWED US OUT OF THE FUNFAIR BIT FOR A FEW MINUTES WE HID IN A CHINESE RESTAURANT AND PRETENDED WE NEEDED THE LOO BEFORE HE LEFT. DOWN ON THE BEACH THERE WERE NO SUNBATHERS JUST BUMS AND DRUGGIES. I FORGOT THAT THE LAST TIME I CAME HERE I CAME WITH A BOY, WE TRAIPSED AROUND LITTLE BACKYARD GARAGE SALES AND GOT GIVEN A PAIR OF COWBOY BOOTS FOR FREE BY THIS CRAZY WOMEN WHO WAS OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF US BEING A YOUNG MARRIED COUPLE WHICH OF COURSE WE PLAYED ALONG WITH. ALL I MANAGED TO GET THIS TIME WAS A RANK HOT/RAT DOG.
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