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SHOREWORLD
What the heck IS Summer to you, anyway? A yearning dream of sun, fun and peace of mind, or a Grizzwalds in a trailer park weekend
at Porky's?
Personally speaking, there's little that reminds me more that summer's here than the chemo-petroleum stench of barbecue starter fluid, which drifts up in a choking cloak through my windows and down the
block when my neighbors fire up their grills to frolic and gobble the dogs of summer…But speaking of bad genetic memories....
Maybe you're wondering what we really think about what's (not) going on in auld Asbury Park this summer: Riot? What riot? Maybe you presume I only preach that everyone should race around like horseblind wankers on a weekend pass from Dumboville, strictly focused on that ill-perceived microcosm of me-so-kool hippoid gratification that passes for The Arts!
So are we talking JiveBury 2001? Or Sandy's 4th of July Post-Apocalyptic nightmare?!?: What a contrast! The Stone Pony gets lurid headlines
about some silly little nudey shows, and the next thing you know, the streets teem w/9 millimeter carjack cowboys venting their Greeked-up rage on 'The Man'. There goes 10 years of hopeful good PR and
our best wishes right down some tabloid toilet, some folks would say. while others might say, 'What WERE they thinking, anyway?!?"
To get to the Sandy Point: I've been hanging, listening, thinking, drinking, loving, lusting, wailing, scrawling, tip-toeing, praying and just skulking
around Asbury since the early 70's, and I've seen the hurt and dirt of several generations, political dynasties and malignant or well-intentioned palookas who happened through to graze (continued on page 7)
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