July 27, 2018:
I had that mile of beach to myself for nine years.
Sometimes I'd see footprints. But the only time I remember encountering another person was when my horrible ex-gf bumped into a topless sunbather and couldn't live another minute without loudly commenting.
"Yep, there they are," she said, loudly commenting. "Sticking straight on up..."
I don't know what the purpose of that rudeness was. I should have asked her, "Why are you being such a cunt?" Instead I don't think I said anything. At that time I was determined to effect a reconciliation with someone I quite incorrectly believed to have been uniquely irreplaceable in my life.