Journal Two
Nude Beach
I hope we're not gonna be here all day. I just agreed to do this because I didn't want to be the only loser afraid to go to a nude beach. Hell, I'm just as bold as the next guy, so why not, right? Well, it's summer time, and I can't stand the sun. That's one reason. What can I say? I burn easily.
Well, the guys have all started taking their clothes off, so now what do I do? I'm a little insecure about my nether regions, if you catch my drift, so I shuffle around a bit until Frank points at me and asks me what I'm waiting for, an open invitation or something. Well, of course, he says that cause look at him. He's hung like a horse. The guys chuckle and continue to take off their surf shorts and tee shirts. I look around and see all the old wrinkly people walking by naked as jaybirds, not a care in the world, but all I wanna do is curl up like one of those doodybugs and get locked up inside myself.
My head is already starting to burn from the sun, but I suck it up and take off my t-shirt. Gotta start somewhere, right? Carl makes a smart-ass comment about me being whiter than Snow White, and yeah, that makes me feel a whole helluva lot better. So, now everybody's naked except me, and of course, that makes me feel worse, cause now I'm the primary focus and everybody's waiting for me to drop trow. I finally get up the nerve when I notice that Pete's not working with much down in the old meat section, so I peel off my trunks and toss them aside. Lemme tell ya, nothing is as reassuring as the sound of five of your best buddies laughing at you simultaneously.
When Frank looks down at me and says it must be nice to still be in the third grade, I tell him I'm a grower, not a shower, and he laughs and claps me on the back. It's gonna be a long day. Dang, it's hot! I feel the sun continue to burn my scalp and I realize I'm gonna be burnt to a crisp when I get home. Ugh. How do I get talked into these things?
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