March 19, 2005
Butterbean Beach
Savannah: as one leaves Pinpoint, home of Clarence Thomas, and heads across the causeway to Skidaway Island, there is a boat landing just past Johnny Mercer's Moon River. Couple miles from Acidman's young stomping grounds. I have no idea what the proper name of that boat ramp is, but the locals call it Butterbean Beach.
While the locals plunge their boats into the water for a day of skiing and fishing, a cohort of misfits sunbathe and drink red liquor to the smell of exhaust fumes, and calumny, on the shore. A strange sight it is. I've never actually lingered at Butterbean Beach, but I've certainly put a boat or two in. It is like having a traveling trailer park follow you around. Bad drugs. Bad people. Girls with caterpillar eyebrows. You know the drill.
Butterbean Beach is a fucking bummer, but not a bad place to catch up on gossip, and see some shit. If Rob and Catfish deny knowing the Beach they are lying through their tooth.
I ain't gonna lie through MY tooth at you, because I've been to Butterbean Beach a lot. I crabbed there, from the other side of the bridge. You do see some interesting characters there.
I know, because I was one of them.
Posted by: Acidman at March 19, 2005 9:28 PMSome of my best friends hang out at Butterbean, they gather on Saturday morning, drink, eat, cook, smoke dope, fuck, fight, smoke more dope and leave Sunday afternoon. A great place to meet and have fun. I don't go there anymore, cause most of my friends are in jail or dead and the main reason, I moved 50 miles from Savannah.
Posted by: Catfish at March 19, 2005 9:40 PM
Well there ya go, boys. Maybe a mini-meet at Butterbean Beach sometime.
Methinks you really are the vessel of Faulkner's literate spirit. Perhaps the rest of the spirit as well!
Posted by: sadie at March 20, 2005 4:26 AM