river trash

yesterday evening a friend of mine called up and said 'hey, lets go down to the river to skimboard' i havdnt skimmed in a few years, so i said sure. The problem started due to the river being unusually high. this made for a very small beach area. anyhow, we get there, and as we approach i see some skanky chick in a some tiny swimsuit, and hear ludacriss blaring out of some hoopty beatbox. then we crest a little hill and the entire scene is revealed. unbelievable. i mean, i know that there is a certain type of person that goes and kicks it at the river on a thursday night, but this was something else. the beach area was pretty small, as i have said. there were probably like 50 people there all crammed into this small beach area. anyway, we go down to the water where a few other people are skimming, and start doing what we had gone there to do. as we walked down to the water, we passed a trash can... the big metal barrel type. the can wasnt exactly full, and yet there managed to be no less than 100 empty cans of natty ice just laying on the ground around the can... okay, so the general demographic of the beach that day went like this... 40 percent hispanic, 20 per cent black and the rest, was just pure basura blanca, or, in english, being translated, white trash. there was this random guy in a windbreaker with a huge monitor lizard... it was seriously like 4 feet long... he would take it down to the water and let it swim around... really weird... then there was some other 50 year old guy down there by himself skimboarding/lounging on the beach, perhaps the most tan guy ive seen... that led me to conclude that he must, by necessity, spend alot of time down there.... then there were three groups of people, mostly in their 20's i would guess, who were primarily responsible for the veritable mountain of natural ice cans around the trash can. the thing that blew my mind, is that there were actuall a few really good looking girls down there... all that i could think was 'they could certainly do better' it was mind boggling because some of the guys were probalby in their 30's really obnoxious and loud, and the type who, although they got cut from the highschool football team, lies about it to this day, and is still living thought that spurrious past life.

we skimmed for an hour or so, and then left. i suppose the reason that this left such an impression on me, is that i always knew that river trash abounded in and around the river beaches here in sacramento, but i had never really witnessed it with my own eyes, and am now assured that everything i heard and more is absolutley true.















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