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THE GULF OF MEXICO

Kristine and I were walking down the beach. Kristine said, “those balls of washed up stuff look like the sea is spitting out hair balls…”, I thought that was gross and haven’t been able to forget the analogy every time I’m on the beach now…but anyway…so suddenly, there we are in a David Lynch film. I nearly walk right into this huge dead Pelican that had turned blue buried three quarters up in sand. I screamed and ran away. Besides the fact that it was one of the most disgusting things I’d ever seen…no, sorry, decaying dead animals or for that matter, animals sliced in half…aren’t beautiful, I’d never actually seen a pelican before…and Kristine says, “You’re insane, it’s just that black clay stuff on the beach, and she walks over to it and I’m thinking, god, I’m crazy, my imagination is like soooo wacky and then she runs into me and scrams, “AAAARRRHHHH!!!!! THAT IS HORRIBLE!!!!,” Like duh….and we kept walking feeling slightly nauseated and then we bumped into Ian who had been planting seagull feathers along the beach that we had seen for the past mile and though I was wondering why he was wasting his time doing this, even though they looked pretty in an ‘Environmental Art’ kind of way, I decided to tell him about the gross Pelican instead of confronting him about the meaning of art. Michael took a photograph of it later and showed everyone before we went to dinner, which was actually good, because it didn’t look like people believed us at first.