So about 3:30 this morning all by myself in Ocean Park ( or I thought so). I see this figure running towards me in the dark. They stop about 20 yards from me and stand there for a minute, turn and head toward OOB. They go into the surf about chest deep. I thinking this person is committing Harry Carrie or something. So they get of the water finally and past me to the brook. By now I could tell it was guy. 15-20 minutes later he comes back, stops and says. "Hope I didn't spook you earlier, I decided to take a naked run on the beach". I replied no, I thought you were another fisherman at first. Now I can tell by this time he's little light in his loafers. He introduced himself and ask my name. Against my better judgement I tell him my first name. He wouldn't shut up after the interdiction. Proceeded to tell me how he was conceive in a motel down the street by a married nun and a Mafia member. That he still live with his mom and she didn't think it was safe for him to be on the beach this early. So I reeled in and said guess I have had enough, he followed almost to the truck babbling the whole way. The last thing he said was " maybe we'll see each other again down here, I run often. Lord I hope not!!