Crazies

Venice Beach is hilarious. The people who hang around it are so extreme it would be difficult for normal people to think up the costumes they wear and things they do. As well as the fancy dress people playing guitars, and the guy who wears only black speedos, walking the streets rolling a big silver ball around his hands, neck and arms, you also get some harmless but crazy regular people.
Take this morning for example. We had just walked along the promenade to have breakfast in one of the cafes. It was 9:30am and we were walking back to the hotel. This guy dressed normally in jeans , t-shirt, and wearing heaphones is just in front of us. Along the promenade are black steel bins every 10 meters. The guy starts kicking each one. At each bin his kicks get more fancy. He is laughing to himself having a great time. After about 20 bins Sam and I start giggling aswell, marvelling at how five minutes dont pass in Venice without seeing something different. We decide he may have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He carrys on kicking. We carry on laughing. After about 30 bins, he turns round and sees us smiling. He ever so politely explains in a very strong American accent "I din used to be able t'do this, I'd hurt ma knee real bad, now it feels bedder I can kick this bins here again. I havent bin able to kick bins for two years! I celebratin'". Sam and I p*ss ourselves laughing, so does he, and we all carry on walkin' and kickin'.
Just another day at Venice beach.