Freddy Rocha's a local guy. He walks up and down main street bummin cigarettes and money. I once gave him a good amount for posing in a magazine. Now he thinks I'm loaded. I promised myself I wasn't gonna start giving him money this summer but he caught me at weak moment yesterday and I gave him 20 bucks. I saw him 15 minutes later he told me he was broke. He said he got a pack of cigarettes and 2 scratch cards.
Today the town closed the bay to swimming, I heard it was because the machines that suck all the shit out of here broke down on the busiest weekend of the year. Thankfully it didn't stop the moon from rising.
Today's Independence Day. On July 4th 1776 the declaration of independence was signed and American was free from the Kingdom of Great Britain. There's a parade and fireworks in town and hundreds of people have arrived. I always think of Popeye on this day. He was a local guy who drank a lot and collected cans for money. Everyone called him Popeye because he looked just like him and every 4th he would dress in a Popeye costume for the parade. He died in 2000 and I heard that he was found dead in a portable toilet in full costume. A local artist named Jay Critchley called him "the Town Crier for the unspoken".