Here I am in Panama City and I've come to the conclusion that beaches aren't my bag. I had to drive past miles of crappy condos, clubs (ie. La Vega), surf shops, and dive eateries before I finally found a public beach. Although it looked like it might rain any second I decided to go ahead and take a sandy stroll.
The beach itself was rather nice once I made it pass the thugs swilling bottles of Jack and the skank who (if i'm lyin' i'm dyin') asked me to eat her pussy. Yet once I started walking around getting sand in my shoes I realized that the beach just doesn't do it for me. It's wet, sandy and magnetized to the scourge of society.
Bah. I'd rather go pee in a pool.
