Surfers territorial, like gangs



squared off, he laughed like the fat kid who stole your milk money in third grade.
I turned around and saw that his posse had followed me in to see if I wanted to talk things over.
The plot thickened. Only 20 minutes earlier, I was having the time of my life. Now, I was at the cusp of a moment.
The kid tweaked his beady eyes and said, "Where you from anyway?"
"Agoura."
"Agoura!?"
His friends laughed. Evidently, Agoura doesn’t enjoy the sam...

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