I love this one.

So, background, at this point in my life (a year or two ago) I'm a freshly adult 18yo male, living on my own in Daytona Beach, Florida. Working fast food to support myself. And I absolutely fucking HATE my job, as any young independent fast food employee would. 


After one particularly bad night closing we got out around 1 am, and I decided "hey, I need to wind down and I don't want to deal with my roommates, I'll go to the beach." so I drove the 10 minutes down to A1A and park in the free parking zone. I realize, I don't have a bathing suit. I decide it's not a big deal, I strip down to my boxers, and go to the beach. And I have a grand old time, I feel absolutely rejuvenated and I'm ready to go home to get some sleep.


Only problem is, I walked about two miles down the sand. I walk back a bit, realize there are no landmarks for MILES either way, and go out to the street so I can see road names and get back to my car. No biggie, right? 


For those of you who don't know, A1A is not exactly the nicest street. It's 20% overpriced tourism and 80% homelessness and meth. But I figure, just don't look suspicious or rich and you'll be fine, right?


Then it hit me.


I am a half-starved looking kid walking almost entirely naked down the bad part of A1A. I am Florida Man.