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Friday night, at 2am, on the beach in Santa Monica, you might think it’s a good idea to walk up to the ocean’s edge and dip your toes in. But at 2am on the beach in Santa Monica you might also have had about 8 drinks and therefore misjudged the depth of the surf. Consequently, you might get soaked up to mid-thigh and then decide to kneel in the sand for a series of photographs.

And then, life might suddenly become awesome.

Awesome, even though now I have no pants.