I was parked on the side of PCH and my friend and I were going to cross over to head down to the beach. He crossed in the middle of the road. I continued on to the intersection. Before I got to the intersection, I looked down and found $40 on the ground. There was no one around and no cars nearby. When my friend seemed a bit grumpy for making him wait while I took the long way, I said, “here,” and held out my hand and gave him one of the bills. We went to the nearby punk record store and bought some albums and 45s and ate lunch at a hippie Mexican place.