Sharks Invade Shonan Beach
My friend Shiro Iishi cares. And, he's one of the few that do. Not blinded by money or pussy. He's a 3rd generation Shonan Beach guard-man. Out year round, in the frigid January cold to the record heat of August, sweating his balls off. He's here for what he cares about most. In the summers the drunken college pukes and tattooed chimpira toughs show him very little respect. He's here to enforce the rules-not make them. I met Shiro three summers ago when some muscular teenagers kicked sand in my face as I sunbathed. He made them apologize and has been keeping an eye on me and my safety ever since. Several false shark sightings had bathers running like bats out of hell. From keeping groups of white foreigners, who think they're slick by drinking forbidden alcohol out of plastic cups and blasting loud music. To assisting the police in crime scenes, helping the lifeguards keep an eye on the water. He's even trai...
