Arrrggh! This is beyond belief! When will this crap run of surflessness cease? Another weekend has gone down the drain. Each morning, there I am again, pulling into the pier parking lot, like some drug addict looking for a fix. It's crap, again.
In this latest dream, I stand atop a cliff. Below is an aquamarine sea, sparkling in the sun. Suddenly I am falling, falling. I fall into the crystal clear ocean. I am holding onto a table, of all things, the one at work that has "Mocha" written on it. I am sinking, slowly, holding onto this table, but I will not let go. I realize that it is the end. I am drowning.
If don't surf soon, there will be trouble. At the very least, there will be restraints. Possibly strait-jackets.
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