is it supposed to smell like ass?

I like to be in America, ok by me in America, everything free in America...

We got to Port Aransas sometime around midnight and after getting the keys to the condo, everybody pretty much went to bed. Or I should say, I went to bed cause I was tired as a muthafucker and it was dark anyway and there was nothing to see. But the next morning after we all awoke, we made coffee and after grabbing some breakfast headed down to the beach to see the ocean. We rolled up on the beach, dropped the tailgate on the truck and proceeded to have breakfast and look at some shit. My first couple of impressions was that the ocean was big and that it smelled like rank ass? Yes, the ocean and beach stank like one thousand muthafuckers.

I was to find out that the smell and odd dirty color of the surf came from all the seaweed being deposited on the beach. It seems that during the month of April and a wee bit into May the ocean in the gulf does this thing where it shoves all the crap floating in it up on the beach. And the smell of dead ass came from all the seaweed rotting up on the fuckin beach. The city of Port Aransas cleans shit up but there’s a lot of beach and shitload of seaweed, so it wasn’t all done yet. But smell aside it was cool sitting there looking at all that fuckin water and the way it rolled up on the beach. It made a muthafucker sit back and take thought to admire those cats from back in the day that took sail just to see what was out there.

The other thing I noticed were all the fuckin seagulls and shit. We’re sitting on the back of the truck eating breakfast minding our own shit and muthafucker’s came flying down lining up like they were in some kind of gang. I kept expecting to hear fingers snapping and switchblades getting pulled cause it was like some surreal scene from the fuckin Westside Story. Except instead of white and Latino gang kids, you had fuckin seagulls doing the bums rush on you. But we never gave up the food and after a while they figured some shit out and after squawking and bitching a bit, they went about their fuckin business. I did see one cat walk out of his place with a whole of bread who decided he wanted to feed the seagulls and it looked like something out of Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds”.

"and the monkey flipped the switch"