So, couple of posts ago I was just telling you about how I was just throwing up in the woods near the beach on LI. Well, I finished losing my lunch and Paco suggested we make our way back to the beach to do some more fishing before the sun set for good. We got down to the beach and Paco lights up another doobie and we're just starting to have a good old fashioned time when we see a boat making a beeline straight for our spot on the sand. Paco had just put out his stogie and stashed it in his underpants when the same asshole who tried to scare us off earlier pulls up in his big noisy fuckin' boat. He throws his anchor in the water, takes off his stupid hawaiian shirt and does a little fairy dive into the water and paddles his way over to us. Well this feller gets out of the water and doesn't take no time to dry before he starts hootin' and hollerin' about how he asked us to leave politely and how we show no respect for the paying members of the community and a whole load of pig shit. Then he starts sniffin' the air, talkin' bout smellin' reefers. Well while his back is turned talkin' to Paco, I look over at Barnaby and point at the boat, trying to signal my intentions. Barnaby's watery eyes got all big and scared but I just shrugged my shoulders at 'im, 'sif to say "What do we got to lose?" That's all I got in me for now, so's you folks 'll have to wait til I get some more drink in me for the rest of the story.