Ask Cap’n Greg
I finally got a waiter’s attention and ordered another Tecate Light. When it arrived I paid for it, grabbed a plastic chair that hadn’t been puked on, and found a spot on the beach that wasn’t directly under a speaker the size of a satellite dish. I don’t know why, but some people think the louder the music, the better it is. A guy about my vintage stood by my chair a while, and introduced himself as Scott Richards from Davenport, Iowa.
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