This is a common phenomenon. Beach time rolls around, and all the magazines and ladies are complaining, whipping bits into shape, sudden flurry occurring of diet cokes and spinning class. Spin class on it’s head and you’ve got hobos bending over in the street.  They wear bikinis too, I saw one in the alleyway on a woman, she wasn’t seeing straight.  But bikini blues are such that nobody ever sees it coming, like the sun never warns you before it shows up every morning – but most know it will be there even if cloud cover blinds you. Paint your toenails blue, because it’s simply fun; there’s nothing nicer then looking down at your own hands to see them colored tips, and an eeney-weeny polkadot bikini.  These are the sights of summer. Heat.