The object of Heather Locklear's ire, Ms. Denise Ricards, always seems to be where the hand-outs are. Handouts that aren't available to the rest of us mind you, just for those that already have everything they could ever possibly need. It's not her fault, it's the system, and if I had the chance I would take in every special screening and bag of schwag too. Really, Hollywood, I want that shit. You know where to find me.
This time, however, Richards, along with her daughter Lola, are taking in something free that is available to anyone, assuming you live close enough and have a pass to get past securtiy, and that is the beach. You can't be sun, sand and waves.
That's some freedom that pays it's own price. Enjoy it while we can!
