Jason paced himself with the surrounding traffic as he drove on one of the valley freeways during a sunny late afternoon. Vehicles moved in sync as cars sped around semi trucks. More vehicles entered and exited from on-ramps and off-ramps. Randy sat in the passenger seat talking while Brian was in the back seat, his head nodded back in sleep.
“So the whole day was kind of a blur,” Randy continued, “but what I do remember is that me, Brian, Darren and Greg were just hanging out at the beach, tossing around the Frisbee, rapping with some bitches, pounding some brews, we were making a day of it.”
“Did you guys go to the Boardwalk?” Jason asked.
“Nah, we went to that beach that’s at the end of Twenty Sixth Ave, away from the tourists.”
“Yeah, because then a couple of other guys show up, and one…
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