Glad To Be Back
We were right on the beach.No shit. Just a little boardwalk separated the Nixons from the sand and surf. And man, that boardwalk was full of some colorful folks: Barnacle Bills with those big ol' whisky-pickled noses, sun goddess rollerbladers, "Whoa, dude, like, whoa" guys with long flowing hair peddling beach cruisers, geezers, and the occasional novelty act either completely outta their mind or looking for some well-earned change.Nixon rented a Pacific Beach, SoCal (P.B., yo.) hacienda for a couple days for a big ol