We know yow you read about it on internet,
but the Surfer's Healing Bonanza was a smash.
Why, you ask. The Big Kook, who is like a fish out of
water at the blahs beach, a.k.a., Old San Onofre,
or 'Ol Man'z, but when you get him up to God's
country, Malibu, you are in for a treat. Yup, when
we arrived Saturday A.M. Big Kook was in high gear.
He just returned from an $18.00 3 egg omlette, a
gallon of Starbuck's java, and he paid cash on
the barrel head, grabbed a copy of the Malibu
Times, stiffed the Afghanistan waiter, grabbed
a handfull of toothpicks, strolled out the door,
heading for the fabulous 'Pit' joining Kemp Aaberg,
Tubesteak, The Masochist, the Hot Dog Vendor,
the vendor's dog, two Los Angeles County Sheriffs,
everybody except the beach troll, Missing a Toe
George. Jennifer had enough food to feed an arny,
Big Kook tried to gobble it all up. It sure is nice
T-Bird can't get to the Pier, however, those
Sheriffs would love to get their cuffs on him,
like, "Mr. Beard, you have the right to remain
silent", well you know the rest. It's wonderful
going to Malibu, as nobody up there knows
where the hell SAN-O is. Heck, they don't
even kow who Mr. FedEx is.

Written by Jack Miller.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES