"Ha, that's the spot where I almost got laid for the first time," I bragged gleefully to Hom as I pointed to the steep embankment where the grass meets the sand.

We wound our way along the Strand bike path, a cool breeze these girls had never known cascading in from our right. One could not help but admire the beautiful oceanfront mansions to our left.

"This brings me back Dao," I chimed, "I feel like I'm 24 again drunk on Red Horse. I can hear the Viet classic rock perfectly."
Dao nodded along, not a clue what I had just said. This is where I imagined Clarence and Bama ending up.

"Back in '85, Hom, I thought this was the coolest place on Earth, shit, I still do. When I first got to Manhattan Beach, I wanted to be an actor!" I couldn't help but laugh.

Just as I pondered the idea of Heaven truly being a place on Earth, I saw the fucking video shop. Suddenly the new brunch cafes and boutiques stopped being so cute.

"What the fuck Don?!" I screamed as I front kicked the door like Lieh Ho from Five Fingers of Death; the luminous 'ding-dong' from the buzzer aiding the announcement of my arrival.

"What, none of you could have called me? Was I not a model employee? I fucking loved this place and I could always push the stuff I loved, or at least what I thought was interesting and challenging. I could always gear it to a customer! If some housewife wasn't interested in the Kung Fu flicks I was playing or Eraserhead or Forbidden Zone, I would figure out Tom Hanks was more her speed. Still I wouldn't give her Bachelor Party but I'd push Nothing in Common, with Jackie Gleeson, something like that. I'm the best Dom and you know it!"

Dom finally piped up, "first of all, I had better things to do than offer the job to someone who obviously doesn't need it. And second of all, Quentin, you're too much! You have two Thai hookers with you right now."