So my friends and I like doing random stuff all the time.  We are that group of people, whom parents warn their kids about.  We get chased by angry groups of beach goers yelled at by crazed soccer moms, and told off by upset cops.

  This last adventure warrants something new to the list though.  Recently we began taking a liking to beach excursions at 2 a.m.  This last time we had a strange encounter of the 4th kind, a beach monster.  As my friends and I were chilling next to the bottom of the beaches pier.  Visibility was zero and everyone was looking at me as our endless source of entertaining randomness.

  I proceeded by telling my slightly drunk friends about how something living under the pier could easily come out and eat us all…  Yes, eat us.  They were all partially drunk so they laughed it off but held the pier monster image in the back of their heads.  After roughly 10 minutes of gut wrenching random stories of 2000 lb goldfish and pier monsters one of my drunken listeners interrupts me with a stutter, “Ma Ma Ma Ma Monster,” and feeling like being a smart-ass said to him, “yes, DJ, we have been talking about monsters for the past 15 minutes…  I’m happy you caught that.  “DJ Then proceeded to point his nbony shaking finger behind us towards the pier “Ma Ma Ma Ma Monster!”  The words stumble out of his mouth like a drunk falling down a staircase.  His statement came crashing down on us as we all slowly inched our heads around towards the pier.

  The silhouette of two fuzzy blobs were bearing down on us in this deserted section of midnight beach.  My heart sank, for a first time in history, I was at a loss for words.  Hope let out the scream of a drunken preppy school girl, I would have laughed, normally, but this wasn’t normal.  I looked at everyone, I couldn’t see their faces, but I could see their glowing eye’s staring at me and pleading, “What do we do?”.  Run, I told everyone, Run by the water!

  I looked behind us, as if I would be able to see anything with only the luminescence of the moon as a dim search light.  Finally we stopped running and took a breather.  We decided we would be done for the night.  We walked up the empty beach in the direction of the deserted ghost-town like beach shopping strip.  As we were walking down an abandoned alley we came to a sudden halt.  Huddled together like fish being circled by a predator we made out two fuzzy silhouettes at the end of the alley.  I meandered my way forward with my drunken friends following me like lemmings.  The void between us and the figures rapidly closed.  Suddenly a rancid aroma engulfed us, almost triggering my gag reflex.

  I looked forward to see undoubtedly two hobo’s with their arms above their heads walking like zombies.  We crept closer to the wall hoping to blend in and disappear while wearing the camouflage of night.  The hobo’s moved in, coincidentally the air got thicker with each passing second.  I yelled “run!”, and my friends with a delayed reaction darted forward stumbling on their lead feet.  Behind us we could hear the silhouettes yelling “GIVE US YOUR CHANGE!!!”, but we were already out of their grasp.  We had made it away… This time…