Last night I filmed these teenagers down near the shipwrecks. They waited until dark and then let loose. The explosions were deafening, and unknown to them they were close to house of a sweet old lady, hidden in the woods above them. It's illegal, it's dangerous and it's extremely inconsiderate of those who like the beach or their homes to be peaceful. They would not do it in their own backyards, so they go to someone else's backyard - someone who evidently wanted to escape the noise of modern life. They can afford pick-up trucks but not an ounce of thought or courtesy. Affluenza.
This morning I picked up their rocket casings, and lots more trash.
the final haul:
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