What will the beach be like if I pull my bed up to its shores and let the pillows run among the sand castles? There’s too much season left for me to pull that kind of stunt at the shores. Wait until late fall and there will be no one around to protest. Bring a heavy blanket or two and sleep through the winter with the snow gulls.

Everyday Yeah says there is already a man roaming the beaches. He has no legs and just moves from spot to spot in his motorized chair. I wouldn’t be surprised if he asks someone to rub in sunscreen on his back.

Everybody suspects the sea took his legs and that is why he never leaves. Maybe he’s hoping to become a starfish and re-grow his limbs.

Everyday Yeah just thinks he’s a crazy old man who likes to ride his wheelchair around and get in fights with the radio personalities coming out of the little black box attached to the back of his wheelchair. “I bet he got run over when he was young.”