PETER RAUHOFER
Face it, all good things things come to an end eventually. We won't get all existential on you, so let's put it in language most revelant to your current lifestyle: Gone are the good ol' days of goons pumping juice in the Tiana Beach parking lot.
Over the last four years, residents of the multi-milion dollar vacation homes lining Dune Road have obstinately (and rightly so) argued from the end of the infamous Neptunes Beach Club, that little shanty of a party place that, once, long ago, hosted headliners who's crowds really brought the alphabet to the party. Recently, increased police presence, random searchs and that damn scary German Shepherd (let's call him Hans) at the door clearly, and we repeat clearly, steered you away from any wrong doing.
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