I was with the masses at Venice Beach when a pigeon walked up and looked me in the eye. I was a big fan of the television show Get Smart when I was a kid, and I imagined the pigeon as an agent for the government. And the not-so-attractive woman sunbathing next to me as Agent 13.
I don't usually go to Venice Beach, so it was a very different experience for me. I liked it. It reminded me of the old days when being around people was fun for me.
I made my way to the water. The waves were not the best, but everybody was having a good time. I had a notion that people were not much different from chimps as they played. I'm a chimp, you're a chimp, everybody's a chimp. The waves were rolling in and we chimps were diving under them to survive. There was a joyful laughter to survival. The living was good.
I got out of the water and was sitting on my towel daydreaming, when a sexy lady in a bikini spotted a dolphin just beyond the surf. "There's a dolphin!"
As it turned out there was a pod of them playing and blowing water from their blowholes. I'd never seen so many in one place. I thought to myself, the little rapists are having a good time. Dolphins are rapists, but nobody seems to mind. We chimps, pigeon agents of the government, the rapists, Agent 13. We were all at the same place, at the same time, and that place was Venice Beach California on a hot summer day in Los Angeles.
