I then ran out of my room, down the hallway and out the front door before either of them could stop me. I didn’t stop running until I reached the beach which by foot took about forty-five minutes, but I didn’t even notice or get tired because I was too mad. I probably would have continued running right into the Pacific Ocean and swum to Hawaii had I not literally run into Gary.
Gary owns ‘The Shack’, which is where you can rent or buy just about anything you would ever need for a fun filled day at the beach. Gary is like the oldest surfer I know; I think he is like 60 or 70 years old, maybe older. However, he is also the coolest guy I know and without a doubt he’s the bestest friend I have ever had.