Molotov Cocktails After The Wedding Reception

molotov cocktails after the wedding reception...
and late night fishing trips gone awry...

it is what it is…

a father removed, the middle of the road,
tailgaiting in some Phoebus neighborhood, on the other side of the Bay…

on a pleasant Thursday morning…
on Stakeout!

Waiting for the newlyweds,
The owners of the burned-out house beside me,
To return from their honeymoon and see what their best man did to their home with a Molotov cocktail in their absence, while they were off beginning their new life and consummating their love.

“I think they needed a better best man,” joked an old neighbor, rubbernecking the scene with his wife in their pale blue Chrysler LeBaron.

It’s around 8:30 in the morning on this quiet Hampton block. Lots of birds singing the song of Spring, while the occasional vehicle passes by, wondering what I am doing here on the side of the road, in this sleepy little neighborhood. I look more like a bounty hunter than member of the media at this point, but the task at hand is the same. Get the subject…it’s the job.

A shitty assignment, at that, but who am I to pass judgment on those in charge.
Pictures of a pissed-off couple are important to the success of a television news operation.
I mean, Christ, it’s sweeps, the book…
Ratings,
The big show…

And that’s all this is…sensationalism at its finest…THE BIG FUCKING SHOW.

Earlier, I made a stop at my house,
On the other side of the Bay.

The other big story today was the two guys who decided it would a good idea to take a canoe out on the Chesapeake Bay, in the middle of the night, in the dark, in seas that have been unpredictable lately, to go fishing…
And well,
They were involved in some kind of accident. The details are sketchy…
One guy returned,
One guy lost at sea,
No lifejacket,
In 48-degree water.

Coast guard boats and helicopters have been scanning the Bay all night.
All morning,
No body…
And all this right in my backyard…a few blocks northwest…on my beach…
It looked like the CBS crew had their liveshot set up right in my backyard on the dune.
In my backyard?!?

So, before my stakeout, I decided to go home first,
Take a look along my beach,
Where I was fishing just yesterday…
Did I mention I hate fishing?
I had to make sure some drunk bastards hadn’t come along and stolen my canoe.