“Hey, um, excuse me, would you happen to have some sunscreen I could borrow?”
“Bro. Sunscreen? Fuck no. That’s poison. Shit gives you cancer. You need vitamin D from the sun.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Seriously, it’s horrible for you. It’s like shampoo; they tell you to use it so your hair gets all fucked, falls out a bit, and you think you need more. It’s a never ending story.”
“But my hair gets pretty grimy after a few surfs in a row..”
“Bro, that’s not grime. That’s as clean as your hair will get. It’s the Ocean. The Earth. Nature.”
“Well, my chick hates it, so I’ve gotta clean my hair.”
“You think she’s gonna like you getting cancer? That’s what that shit will do to you bro. I’m telling you. They want us all dead. That sunscreen shit is dangerous.”
“Yeah.. Alright.. Have a good one.”
“You think the Native ‘Mericans used sunscreen? How about the Egyptians?”
“Haha, I don’t know, I guess not. Looks pretty fun out there though.”
“Think about it kid..”
hwilsin
Drew Stanfield