The Beach Puppet Show

For some unexplainable reason I drifted out of bed in a good mood, deciding to make the best of insomnia, and walked over to Gay Beach (right across from The Palace) to watch the sunrise. There were the usual joggers and photographers, but it was mostly empty and the sun was struggling to make is way up beyond a strange formation of clouds. Perhaps it was me, but the clouds had the distinct form of an erect penis with a base of balls. The sun's position behind them was glorious.

I decided to do something I seldom do: lie on my back, hands behind my neck, and watch the sun spurt from that cloud. Funny things happen whem you lie down on the beach in a hooped skirt. You suddenly become a puppet show from the right angle. Punch and Judy hadn't been out in public for a while, but remembered all their old acts. Punch said, "Judy, if your mother were the only woman in Texas, the Lone Ranger would be a-Lone for a long, long time." Judy replied, "Funny, she wasn't complaining last night as she ate you ass out!" The crowd roared; or was that the ocean I was hearing. Insomnia plays tricks on the mind.