So much awesome going on in this thread. Chickens, Salisbury Slaughterhouse (perdue), Paul Roach and dreams. I tend to have dreams where the waves are firing but I can't seem to get all my wetty ready to go or I don't have the right board. Something always happens before I can score perfect bay surf in my dreams. It's best not to make eye contact with the chickens (your dinner) when driving on rt 50 to ocmd and yes, they smell bad. On a side note NJ > OCMD
Have definitely had those. How about recurring dreams? I break my dreams down into two categories: random REM weirdness vs. deeper almost lucid type dreams.
reoccurring... mysto PR spot that has a shallow right. Always same wave.. always shallow but. Im a beast. I dont care. Its my dream. I scratch into a meaty one (seems like the waves in my dreams are all generated by a wave pool machine or something else mysteriously awesome) drop in and wapow!
now that's something i haven't thought about in a long time. My sister in laws family had a house about 300 yards away from on of those Purdue coops. If the wind was blowing right, it would ruin your breakfast. The smell was god awful.
That's an awesome one to keep having...I've had a series where different things happen but it's the same place, each one was a continuation of the previous...so I guess technically not recurring but still cool.
Glad I've never called them. Even their ads look old and dirty. Something never looked quite right with the place. On the other hand you probably know about some nasty kitchens at restaurants I eat in regularly. So, no horror stories about rudee inlet area spots, ok?
My surf dreams are almost always bad. A board breaks or gets stolen or whatever and I wake up in a panic just to realize it was just a dream. The boards are ok, that was close
South Carolina has the best fried chicken in the world. I few months ago driving down the road I saw a sign (fried chicken) now excepting Ebt which is food stamps. Where else in the world can you buy fried chicken when wellfair.
I took care of Rudees on the Inlet for several decades. I never ate there. The waitress' were dirty sluts. at the end of the night, after food quit being served, they'd get the hussies drunk and get them to strip and eat box lunches at the Y. I'd working there and the same hos would double dip the soups, and generally spread their herpes around. There's a grocery chain that used to sell fried chicken in the deli. they'd take the name brand chicken, after the shelf life expired, put the Belo (standards) sticker on it, and put it back in the case for another week. then they'd fry it up if it wasn't sold.
It is indeed a strange thing, hermano. It is indeed. I don't dream much anymore. But when I do, I see people like Hark Shunter & the sick fukks who run SeaWorld being eaten alive by squid.