2009 02 28 

an overcast day, sitting on the beach minding my business, i look over 
and some teenage girls in hot pink swimsuits are "waxing their chests" 
with pink wax; this involves removing the top of the swimsuit and 
smearing wax all over their chests, so presumably i'm not supposed to 
look. well, i try not to look but it's sort of hard with all the 
giggling, and nancy cava wearing a tight red velvet shirt and jeans, 
wiggling provocatively. so eventually i get tired of the contradiction 
and run toward the ocean, jumping high into the air, preparing for the 
deep black cold water. but i realize in mid air that i've still got my 
clothes on (black boxer-briefs and a black t-shirt, what I sleep in) so 
i change my mind in mid air and swerve to the right just in time to 
bounce off a wall parkour style (over the ocean?) and make a series of 
bounces off these walls until i'm back over the shore, nestled in a 
bookcase on the opposite side of a wall next to where the girls are 
doing their wax thing. by this time the ocean environment has totally 
morphed into the downstairs "family room" of my parents' house. the 
bookcase is full of binoculars, and i pick up a pair, wondering about 
its quality.  there are cracks underneath the bookcase through which one 
might be able to see the girls. as i'm playing with the binoculars my 
brother makes a snarky scolding comment intended to alert them to my 
nefarious intentions. i dont think it mattered as they were leaving 
already anyway.