remember that day the sand people rose up on Squeaky Beach?
and we had to fight our way out because they were crazy angry about all the trespassing and the smushing of sand people into sand-castles
and that sand person kept yelling about how we’d like it being made into architecture

i’ve got those photos we took after and my t-shirt you sewed up later is torn in the photos and your face is all red and we’re totally covered in sand and our plastic shovels are cracked and notched from all the battling to get back to the car-park
i think maybe we were the happiest ever right then, fighting the sand people