So I was just telling bout how I stuck Barnaby in the ear with that old spine fish. Well I finally got my cackles in order and I look up and there's a coupla nice dressed people walking over lookin' like they didn't mean no good. One of em, a balding yuppy in a collar and khakis says, "THIS, BEACH, PRIVATE! DEJAME EN PAZ!"
"Hey easy there, partner," I says to him, "We're all english speakers here."
"Well I'm sorry, but this is a private community, all of our members pay to keep this beach maintained. If you don't leave I'm calling the police." I was about to start to pick a bone with this youngun, but Paco said, "Yes, yes, we're leaving." He starts packing up his pole and I'm grumbling 'bout damn folks thinkin' they can own everything and Paco whispers to me that we'll just leave and come back in half an hour when these asshole's are gone. So we leave and make our way to some woods behind a school and Paco pulls out a bag of that tea that those Mexicans love so much and rolls up a nice cigarette and we all had a smoke. My belly was already full of wine and all that grass sent me for a ride I'll tell ya. Well Barnaby pulls out a pouch of chaw and we all throw a lip and it wasn't ten minutes before I was tossing my cookies all over the nearest bush. Maybe that'll teach me to stick to my fire water. Speaking of which, I'm feeling as sober as I ever want to be, so I'll be back in a few after I get me a bottle of granddaddy's old cough tonic.