Even devoted surfing cliques like the Pump House Gang--the mysterioso sea and all that!--are easing into The Life, and some move up the beach from the Pump House, away from everlasting sets of goodsurfing waves they used to wait for like Phrygian sacristans, up from the Pump House to the Parking Lot, where they sit in cars with special amethyst-tinted windows and grok in fullness the Pacific sun as it comes through the weird glass and the cops wonder what in hell they're doing in cars all day instead of being on the beach, and they roust them and search the cars and find nothing, but warn--We know you kids are drinking beer out here... Beer!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test - Tom Wolfe
Even devoted surfing cliques like the Pump House Gang--the mysterioso sea and all that!--are easing into The Life, and some move up the beach from the Pump House, away from everlasting sets of goodsurfing waves they used to wait for like Phrygian sacristans, up from the Pump House to the Parking Lot, where they sit in cars with special amethyst-tinted windows and grok in fullness the Pacific sun as it comes through the weird glass and the cops wonder what in hell they're doing in cars all day instead of being on the beach, and they roust them and search the cars and find nothing, but warn--We know you kids are drinking beer out here... Beer!
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