SIR, HE DON'T HAVE A FACE.

Sunday, 11:00 AM, June 14, 2015, Lunada Bay Cove

Officer Douglas Everlake handcuffed the surfers to each other while the other officers kept them in line. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable hike up the cliff.

“We’re not having this conversation. I’m not running a day-care center. Plenty of witnesses saw what happened here yesterday and one of them made a Vine video and posted it on twitter,” Officer Everlake was fed up with what the press called “localism”. 

This time the surfers had beaten a foreign marine biologist who worked for the beautiful Nobel Prize winning professor Syn Soren. The injured man, Ivar Nagelfar, refused medical services and didn’t press charges. His colleagues collected him and rushed out to sea without comment. 

Everlake wasn’t going to be blindsided when the other shoe dropped. The surfers were going to jail.

“Doug, you’re gonna wanna see this,” Officer Presston interrupted and pointed towards a clump of seaweed. “I think it’s the wife-beater, Randy Durst.”

“Does he have a scratch on face?” Officer Everlake asked.

“Sir, he don’t have a face,” Officer Totino answered and then threw up. The projectile vomit sprayed on the surfer’s feet.

~ To Be Continued ~