There was a big bikini party on the beach last night at seven mile, at the far near chill awhile, i think, and there was a big crowd of mostly young locals. Not too many tourists, a lot of police at the door and out front, I guess for security, but everyone seemed quite well behaved.

We did not stay long, also checked out Alfreds. There was Jessica at the jerk stand in front with a friend from Canada, they did not go in the club, and neither did we. I dropped off the girl, wanted some time for myself, so i headed to get some gas at Texaco, and there was my friend Keith from Philly with a friend, really cute young girl.

They said they were going to rooftop, so I met there there -- oh god, here I go again -- but I only stayed a short time, so i took off. It was about 3 a.m, by this time, no one around on the cliffs, and i was stone cold sober. I took off my helmet, let the wind blow through my hair, and took a wonderful drive up the hill back to my yard.

I slept well, very well. Life is good. I dont have a worry in the world.