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Chapter 2 of Beachside: Summer times in Venice
11 years ago
2. CHAPTER
This is where I gain courage.
At the beach
I wore a different shirt, something for today's surfing.
"Let's splash, do do do do do do, let's splash," sung Joey with a radio.
"I can't wait to surf, I want to get the full package, the full blast, the best and more."
Joey smiled, "yes, you got the hang of it, you will be a party animal by today, get your surfboard ready."
I got my swimsuit from a retail shop, cause I haven't planned to swim and I wanted to get my job finished, so I picked something with style, a flower pattern suit.
"Are you ready to swim today, Flint?"
"Yes, I am, got a new swimsuit from that shop, I got this surf board. I better get some sun glasses cause I could need them," I said.
Joey looked puzzled.
"Flint, you seem prepared, nobody likes getting ready, change that."
"I will change that, let's go."
Surfing seems hard at first, but I could learn in a few hours, if Joey can do it, why not me, a normal cheetah.
"You see, you swim into the beach, and wait for the wave, then stand on top and surf," Joey explained. "That's not so hard."
"Think again, Flint, a cheetah will make mistakes and fall, a wet cheetah dies, and never surf," Joey said.
"Bullshit, that doesn't happen," I said.
"Oh it does, you just don't know it yet."
"I think I'll do my best, I never believe in all of that death stuff," I said.
The tides are fine, but the people are using it.
What can we do, I don't know, just make it work.
"Hold on tight this will get rough, here it comes," Joey said.
The largest wave, I tried to set my feet on the board, but I failed, I feel, just like Joey said.
Beginner's luck Joey has, he was surfing with loads of confidant.
Just look at him, the surfer dude, the man with the guts of a cheetah. I want to be him.
Damn you, Joey. I am jealous of you. Teach me everything you know.
"How did I do?" Joey asked.
"I want to be you, please!" I said.
"He he, finally, that's what I want to hear, okay then, try your surf again."
1:26 PM
I ate a burger, Joey got the Californian pizza which was a pizza with ham and pineapple, he loves things that shines and I will to. "You eat that burger, you are nothing more than a nerd" Joey remarked. "Really? Just because I like burgers better?" I asked.
"Yes, burgers are food for the ones with rules, live like me, leave that burger shit be."
2:19 PM
We went to the store to find some clothes to wear. I got dressed in my shiny gold shirt with no buttons, why? Cause Joey thinks that bottom shirt was for nerds or something, wearing something flattering like a gold t-shirt would help it.
"Where's my Flint?" "I am here, what do you think?"
Joey looked at me, then laughed, "You look really stupid, wear something funny, like...a hula skirt." "Hula skirt, what? For reals? I thought this was good enough" I said.
"Come on, Flint. This is gold, just try it, you will love it."
"Okay, if you want, I'll try."
I had no choice, be a nerd, or be like Joey.
"What do I look?" I asked.
Joey smiled, "Yes! I like this new change, you have penitential of being cool, just go with this change and in a few days, a new Flint."
A grass skirt and flowers could be a key to overcome my shyness and become someone else, a guy.
Joey came out from the dressing room, looking someone else, like himself.
"What are you doing, Joey. You said you will dress like me."
"I am, later, I want to see you in your skirt. You will get all of the eyes on you" Joey said.
We walked out with this new plan by Joey, he ensured me that I can be a different guy with dancing apparel , but I am not going to dance, I am walking down this street. Neon colors t-shirt,s but no hulas in site. Swimsuits, but not a flower necklace, I want out, I can't take this.
“You look more likeable more like a guy I would go with,” Joey said.
"I want out." "Hang on, there. You look battering, just give it some time, you will come to enjoy it."
Joey then reached for a camera.
"Say cheese, I want your good side."
I posed for him, felt like running.
"Over to the left, now the right, a little to the middle, there. That wasn't so hard, you look great."
Joey then gave the thumbs up, meaning he was happy with that shot.
"Can I take this shit off yet?" I asked.
"Are you kidding me? You look nice, 10 more takes, then something else."
Poses that uses my hip and legs, showing off my body, but why? The internet I will find out.
"Whoops, no film in this camera, better try all of this again."
"WHAT?! No! forget this I can not take this anymore, I don't know how you do it, you seem to be better than I am." "That's a self centered you, hang on tight, you'll make it, by the way, hot girls at 2 o' clock."
"WHERE!?" "Got him at his vulnerable side."
After a while of wearing something that shows everything, I took it off.
"That was a fun 3 minutes of your life, how do you feel?" Joey asked.
"I hate it. You have the balls to do anything, I want that, but I can not."
"Let me show you the real me," Joey said.
Soon he wore it, best show, the likings of a girl. He done it.
He knows all of the moves, the bravery, everything.
"There, that's how to have fun," Joey said.
"Yeah, I like to try again, I will not become a stale cheetah."
I had to balls to try this again, with Joey at the hut, I danced a bit. Luckily this time nobody was here, I was alone. "Yes, you are doing it, I am watching your every move, your belly," Joey said as he sipped on a coconut.
“If a coconut can, if I would like to see a more, let the world wide know,” Joey sung.
I got the moves, about noon I gotten people to take pictures and poses.
Venice Beach is reminiscence of people in the 1960’s, the moment of “freedom” was everywhere on the sands. I looked the part, with the make up, the clothes, the interleague behavior with the natives, Joey is the one that understands their kind. Pink seems like Joey’s friends, I was learning from the master himself, learning the act like these people. It’s working , better get my camera ready, because Joey is about to hula.
He’s in the type that masters this sort of dance, it’s in his blood, his heart, his will, and so on, gets me pumped, to see him in some of his moves. “Looking good, there.”
“You think, Flint? I think I am, hehe, you should try this, it’s really fun.”
“Okay, If you want to.”
I did a round of hula with this guy, felt much better off with this way other than being alone out there.
This is where I gain courage.
At the beach
I wore a different shirt, something for today's surfing.
"Let's splash, do do do do do do, let's splash," sung Joey with a radio.
"I can't wait to surf, I want to get the full package, the full blast, the best and more."
Joey smiled, "yes, you got the hang of it, you will be a party animal by today, get your surfboard ready."
I got my swimsuit from a retail shop, cause I haven't planned to swim and I wanted to get my job finished, so I picked something with style, a flower pattern suit.
"Are you ready to swim today, Flint?"
"Yes, I am, got a new swimsuit from that shop, I got this surf board. I better get some sun glasses cause I could need them," I said.
Joey looked puzzled.
"Flint, you seem prepared, nobody likes getting ready, change that."
"I will change that, let's go."
Surfing seems hard at first, but I could learn in a few hours, if Joey can do it, why not me, a normal cheetah.
"You see, you swim into the beach, and wait for the wave, then stand on top and surf," Joey explained. "That's not so hard."
"Think again, Flint, a cheetah will make mistakes and fall, a wet cheetah dies, and never surf," Joey said.
"Bullshit, that doesn't happen," I said.
"Oh it does, you just don't know it yet."
"I think I'll do my best, I never believe in all of that death stuff," I said.
The tides are fine, but the people are using it.
What can we do, I don't know, just make it work.
"Hold on tight this will get rough, here it comes," Joey said.
The largest wave, I tried to set my feet on the board, but I failed, I feel, just like Joey said.
Beginner's luck Joey has, he was surfing with loads of confidant.
Just look at him, the surfer dude, the man with the guts of a cheetah. I want to be him.
Damn you, Joey. I am jealous of you. Teach me everything you know.
"How did I do?" Joey asked.
"I want to be you, please!" I said.
"He he, finally, that's what I want to hear, okay then, try your surf again."
1:26 PM
I ate a burger, Joey got the Californian pizza which was a pizza with ham and pineapple, he loves things that shines and I will to. "You eat that burger, you are nothing more than a nerd" Joey remarked. "Really? Just because I like burgers better?" I asked.
"Yes, burgers are food for the ones with rules, live like me, leave that burger shit be."
2:19 PM
We went to the store to find some clothes to wear. I got dressed in my shiny gold shirt with no buttons, why? Cause Joey thinks that bottom shirt was for nerds or something, wearing something flattering like a gold t-shirt would help it.
"Where's my Flint?" "I am here, what do you think?"
Joey looked at me, then laughed, "You look really stupid, wear something funny, like...a hula skirt." "Hula skirt, what? For reals? I thought this was good enough" I said.
"Come on, Flint. This is gold, just try it, you will love it."
"Okay, if you want, I'll try."
I had no choice, be a nerd, or be like Joey.
"What do I look?" I asked.
Joey smiled, "Yes! I like this new change, you have penitential of being cool, just go with this change and in a few days, a new Flint."
A grass skirt and flowers could be a key to overcome my shyness and become someone else, a guy.
Joey came out from the dressing room, looking someone else, like himself.
"What are you doing, Joey. You said you will dress like me."
"I am, later, I want to see you in your skirt. You will get all of the eyes on you" Joey said.
We walked out with this new plan by Joey, he ensured me that I can be a different guy with dancing apparel , but I am not going to dance, I am walking down this street. Neon colors t-shirt,s but no hulas in site. Swimsuits, but not a flower necklace, I want out, I can't take this.
“You look more likeable more like a guy I would go with,” Joey said.
"I want out." "Hang on, there. You look battering, just give it some time, you will come to enjoy it."
Joey then reached for a camera.
"Say cheese, I want your good side."
I posed for him, felt like running.
"Over to the left, now the right, a little to the middle, there. That wasn't so hard, you look great."
Joey then gave the thumbs up, meaning he was happy with that shot.
"Can I take this shit off yet?" I asked.
"Are you kidding me? You look nice, 10 more takes, then something else."
Poses that uses my hip and legs, showing off my body, but why? The internet I will find out.
"Whoops, no film in this camera, better try all of this again."
"WHAT?! No! forget this I can not take this anymore, I don't know how you do it, you seem to be better than I am." "That's a self centered you, hang on tight, you'll make it, by the way, hot girls at 2 o' clock."
"WHERE!?" "Got him at his vulnerable side."
After a while of wearing something that shows everything, I took it off.
"That was a fun 3 minutes of your life, how do you feel?" Joey asked.
"I hate it. You have the balls to do anything, I want that, but I can not."
"Let me show you the real me," Joey said.
Soon he wore it, best show, the likings of a girl. He done it.
He knows all of the moves, the bravery, everything.
"There, that's how to have fun," Joey said.
"Yeah, I like to try again, I will not become a stale cheetah."
I had to balls to try this again, with Joey at the hut, I danced a bit. Luckily this time nobody was here, I was alone. "Yes, you are doing it, I am watching your every move, your belly," Joey said as he sipped on a coconut.
“If a coconut can, if I would like to see a more, let the world wide know,” Joey sung.
I got the moves, about noon I gotten people to take pictures and poses.
Venice Beach is reminiscence of people in the 1960’s, the moment of “freedom” was everywhere on the sands. I looked the part, with the make up, the clothes, the interleague behavior with the natives, Joey is the one that understands their kind. Pink seems like Joey’s friends, I was learning from the master himself, learning the act like these people. It’s working , better get my camera ready, because Joey is about to hula.
He’s in the type that masters this sort of dance, it’s in his blood, his heart, his will, and so on, gets me pumped, to see him in some of his moves. “Looking good, there.”
“You think, Flint? I think I am, hehe, you should try this, it’s really fun.”
“Okay, If you want to.”
I did a round of hula with this guy, felt much better off with this way other than being alone out there.
