Went to Myrtle Beach for the 4th. Its tradition.
Woke up and made an epic breakfast sandwich. Toasted rye, mozzarella, pepperoni, turkey, bacon, hummus spread.
It was a beautiful day.
So many assholes out at 9am. I was one of them.
Water was primo.
Commenced the drinking promptly at 10am.
Sat on the beach drunk all day. Ran into a kid I went to high school with. He lives down there doing construction. He took us over to his place. Had to ride in the back to blend in with the locals. Riding in the cab with a seatbelt is a major faux pas in South Carolina.
Smoked weed out of this contraption.
Joe Camel holding down the Camel City.
Went home and grilled dinner.
Fire works started. I was sitting on Omaha Beach, May 7th 1945, just getting shelled.
Proud Americans. So proud they showed their tits for America upon command.
Consumed more. It was one of those days where I couldnt get anymore fucked up, I could only maintain my level.
Ate myself.