The fourth started off like all the others. The beach was crammed with foreigners. The police got right to work, and people parked their bikes wherever they could.

We filled Captains house with the usual suspects and commenced to break the tap of the apple cider keg resulting in a non-stop flow of juice spilling everywhere. No one seemed to mind as they dove into the fluid with the enthusiasm of lumberjacks at a pancake breakfast (with normal syrup, not that lite crap).

Build it and they will bong it. A foam/beer/spit war broke out amongst the shit kids as Will Shit found enjoyment in blowing the remaining foam outta the bong into peoples faces. Yah, so they drank and then...

They fell down. Fell down or uh, got a little man handled

Since everyone fell down we decided to move outside, to the yard or bike hole. The festivities continued outside with more comsumption and very little regurgitation. Some people got a little riled up and had to be hosed down like some sorta communist hippie protestors. Take that you free-loving vagabonds!

Then we went out to the beach to see what we could see. And what did we see you ask? When we went to see what we could see we saw a sea of seekers. All searching for sanctity.

That damn yellow power ranger never lives up to her counterparts.

Cops use riot shotguns cause you never know when Newport will turn into Beirut. You know, the Christians and Muslims fought a civil war there for quite some time. It didn't really matter thought because later the Israelis just came and kicked everyone's ass anyway.

McG look alike?

Wow, straight 909 or is it 951 !

Cops chasing tail.

After awhile of lurking the streets we went and had a proper drink with Johnny the cocktail master. Then we watched cops hike up their shorts & arrest people cause its fun and we saw some shorescrew skirts hopping around.

The Volcom house had a good ole bucket o beer for everyone to sink their paws into.
Sometimes Will Shit is just sooo happy!

Then we all went home, smiled real nice for the camera and hung out with girls who's names rhyme.
Annnnnd exploded some fireworks for all to see and run from.

Oh yah, and Alex Knost was there.
And he says "sign the guestbook, damnit!"

Fourth of July is for lovers.
Beeson and Hoyer, strolling.