Riverbed and Cleaver went to Hobos. It was packed of people with coolers full of beer. Barbeques were set up. Garbage was floating in the sea. Jetskis invaded the swimming area. The sand was broken pieces of coral in need of weathering. A puppy Labrador ran into the sea and dug itself into the shore’s wet earth and ran back. Cleaver and Riverbed ate ensalada de pulpo en un chinchorro and Cleaver was able to buy beer herself because in the Caribbean there’s no drinking age. Riverbed drank a Heineken, thinking of his father.