When you show up, usually on the weekend, to a local surf spot that has
amazingly been transformed to a sad version of circue du sole, that is if circue du sole had gone bankrupt and was forced to fill its ranks with drunk, uncoordinated transients, and those transients were actually people who like to show up with ten foot boards and stay right in front of where the lineup is, hoping to catch the scraps of waves that pass by the unfortunates who are actually
trying to surf waves, not a slalomn course of
weekend warrior drunk acrobat wannabees. Well, that said, we all have to start somewhere...