Anyway, I first stopped at Polliwog Park because I read online that the park had outdoor gym equipment. Well, when I arrived, I parked right next to that equipment. However, it wasn't the equipment I wanted most. See, I like pull-up bars. This park had everything EXCEPT pull-up bars! I did some push-ups against a picnic table, then took my butt to the pier.
Oh, one other thing: four years ago, I read online that a decomposing corpse of a 21-year-old man was found in that park. It was wrapped in plastic and discovered by park workers. Luckily for me, no such "discovery" took place during my visit.
When I arrived on the Pier, everybody down on the beach looked like they were having the time of their lives! I tell ya, peaceful living has that effect on folks!
I then walked The Strand, looking at the beautiful homes that line the beach. While walking, I met a guy who is a few years older than I. Damn, I wish I could recall his name. Anyway, he actually began walking with me, and talking a mile a minute. He told me he had just come from a cancer treatment. Turns out he is dealing with throat cancer, I believe. He told me he got it from performing cunnilingus. Yep! Eating too much p*ssy. Or, the WRONG p*ssy! The moment he told me that, I told him, "Oh, that's what Michael Douglas has." He knew the story. The dude and I talked about everything under the sun.
We eventually walked upon a workout area that made my dang day! 'Cause unlike Polliwog Park, this area had my pull-up bars. Heck, it had several, different bars of varying heights.
Swinging on those bars within an inch of his life was a 22-year-old named, Cole. The young fella was really doing all sorts of tricks on the bars. So, of course, I had to introduce myself and jump right up on 'em my dang self. He showed me an exercise or two and I proceeded to execute 'em just as he showed me. The one exercise he did that I just couldn't was muscle-ups. I have often wanted to do them, but I reckon not so pressingly that I actually practice them. Maybe one day I will. Maybe not. All I know is that the young chap sure has been raised well.
The next time I hit up Manhattan Beach, I hope I run into Cole again. He's now one of my new Park bros!
