At Bar B Barn, the new security guard has my float (of course), and I ordered dumplings with butter -- some pure carbs to get me through a day that would not find me back home in bed in Los Angeles until 2 a.m. (5 a.m. Negril time) ....

The ocean was nice. I love just floating out there. I hung a bit with Ann, who has been selling necklaces and other stuff on the beach, in the same spot, for 30 years. We've had many long conversations through the years, as I am a BB Barn regular.

I was trying as best I could to relax, but I knew a storm was brewin. Gas had already tried to chase me down at Sunset on the Cliffs two nights prior (he always storms customers' hotels the night before the scooter is due), though I had switched to Seastar Inn and could not remember if I had told him so .... But I always beeped and waved every day to him, sometimes a couple of times a day, so we were all good ....

Until I smashed it, of course. Now I had fixed it but was not sure what would happen ....

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