Shelby, Zinny the miniature Daschund, and I, went over the long bridge, past the touristy part of Pensacola Beach, and the multi-million dollar town houses, to Dog Beach. It's the only place around that allows dogs to play in the Gulf Of Mexico.

We strolled out into the rolling waves of ocean that felt like a lukewarm bath. One of the waves smacked me in the face and I nearly lost my hat and glasses. Finally, Shelbs and Zin got out, while I tried to.

As I floated towards the beach, I tried to stand up, in about two feet of water, on sloped sand, and I couldn't. I had a really rough time on both of my walks this morning, and the upper parts of my legs, where they connect to my torso, were giving out on me.

So, I was stuck in the water about ten feet from the dry sand, and I couldn't stand up. I finally caught Shelbys attention and she waded out to help me, and it wasn't working.

A beautiful girl with long hair and a dog sitting under an umbrella saw us struggling and she made a mouth movement asking if we needed help, and I nodded yes. She then got up and came out into the water. It took my arms around two women's shoulders to get me up standing, and walking towards the sand.

Now you may be thinking I was just being my typical fucked up self, but I haven't had a drink in four days, and I wasn't high. Stone cold sober and I couldn't get out of the ocean.