the ocean keeps so many secrets, perhaps that's why i love it best. our stroll down the boardwalk with sand speckled tires and smiles pushed and pulled with the tides as they lapped along side us. penny threw little punches, but mainly slept through all the exciting parts. at the diner our waitress was everything you would expect. her n's dripped when she called me honey and her skin had an orange glow. the food was real. downtown had soda shoppes, rocks best kept in pockets, and cheeks nuzzled against papas whiskers. i hope we find our way back soon.
part one here