All mojo energy stems from strong teenage sexual experiences… And lotsa mine happened at the beach – granted not at the “SHORE”, but rather at the “BEACH”. New Yorkers call it the ‘”BEACH” – New Jerseans call it the “SHORE” I must still be a New Yorker even after my 20 years in New Jersey. And the Long Beach Boardwalk was the source, the well, the underbelly of teenage life in the summer on Long Island. Under it, over the rail, or walking along it.. there it was. The source of this ex-teenager’s subconscious mojo life.
In the summer, no kid in their right mind would pay $5.00 to sit on the beach for the day.. so jumping off the boardwalk was a must. And therein is the thrill.. the thrill of getting away with not having to pay for the beach for the day. No one should have to pay for the beach EVER! The problem with Long Island and most beach front towns, is that there is a sense that it is owned by someone. Such a problem. Not in Jamaica… (unless you are trying to walk a resort beach and encounter a huge fence blocking the beach off to non resort paying vacationers).. not on the river, either (where live now). Now that thrill, that thrill of getting away with bucking the system, THAT was the thrill. Then hanging out under the boardwalk and making out. Y’Know, ’cause no one knew we were there.. making out. 
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But today..
TODAY is DAY #3 of my MOJO QUEST. I am heading to Island Beach State Park with the man I love. Walking the beach in the afternoon. Gonna inhale the sea air and the feel the ocean breeze upon my face! Anticipating and already feeling some good, Mojo energy.
This should be a good Mojo Quest day.