Chillin out(OPEN)

[†Angel†]

It was a warm Sunday early afternoon.Birds could be seen flying and the sounds of the water hitting the rocks on the beach could be heard.. you could feel the suns warmth on your clothes.It was true long beach was just one GIANT playground with unlimited things to do.However instead of spending money I would be spending time on the beach today.

I would be wearing a pair of light tan shorts and around them my belt-buckle,tucked in was my grey tank top which was under my blue button up which was undone.I didn't have shoes on however they were laying next to my black blanket on the sand.I wasn't about to go swimming or anything but shootin some breeze sounded good,I had allot on my mind anyway.

I had just moved back to California though I never imagined I would of considering what had happened last time I came to this state.However this was a completely different area compared to Santa Rosa.In Santa Rosa it was pretty funny because it seemed every little neighborhood had their own lil gang besides the real ones aka crips,northaniels ,seranials..bloods..

I was never really into being a gangster though some considered me to be affiliated simply because I chilled with allot of people.Regardless I was never jumped in to any gang or put under anyones wing.I liked to do things on my own.

Looking around the beach there was a person heading in my direction but they were a god distance away for now.I was surprised I figured a nice sunny Sunday afternoon..I figured everyone would wanna be at the beach.As I sat there on my blanket I would watch the figure come closer and closer and wait to see who it was.Not that it mattered because I didn't know anyone anyway around here.

[Word up]

On a Sunday afternoon when I got free time there only be one thing to do… head to the beach. Surf would be perfect today and so I grabbed a bottle of my ma’s homemade punch, a towel, wax, wallet, ganja and throw them all into a bag. Dressed up in a pair of old torn up khaki shorts that hung quite loosely despite the belt, my white headband to keep my dreads out of my face, a pair of light blue sunglasses, white tank top and my straw sandals. All that was left was to grab my board and box and head out.

The walk wasn’t bad at all given the weather and now all I had to do was a nice spot to set up. With my bag slung over my shoulder, board tucked under my arm, and box held up on the opposite shoulder playing the cool beat of Richie Spice - Youths Dem Cold, I made way across the beach until I came upon a good spot near a kid who was about my age. I set down my stuff, grabbed the towel and laid it out while giving a polite nod to the other guy. Put the box on the towel with my bag and planted the board vertically in the sand. Now I could relax for a bit to let some of the other people clear the water and regain my energy from the walk. Eh… I like taking things easy.

“Ey, ju livere long, Rasta?” I figured I should introduce myself. I didn’t know anyone in the area really, maybe he went to the same school or at least could help me get to know this place.