My husband is a lifeguard at one of the most unknown beaches in L.A. Well, mostly just unknown to the type of people I know. It turns out that if you live in South Central L.A. and want to go to the beach, and don't know where to go, so you just drive to the end of the freeway, this is the beach you end up at. I love going there so much more than the tourist havens of Manhattan or Hermosa Beach. Those places are filled with frat boys and sorority sisters who plan on staring at each other all day. Here is a taste of what I saw in only 8 hours at Dockweiler (better known as the beach where all the stabbings happen):
Big gangsters swimming in basketball jerseys
Big gangsters swimming in wife beaters
Their ladies in gold and/or sequined bikinis (wearing all their bling)
A generator attached to a boombox blasting Michael Jackson's Thriller
Two couches and two mattresses dragged all the way to shoreside for all-day chillin'
A man with a bellybutton ring (not to mention several others also)
Every hairstyle you remember from 1990
One thing's for sure, they are having WAY more fun here than at the tourist beaches.
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If you replaced "gangstas" with "trolls" you would think you were talking about San Lorenzo Valley here. :P
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