G-REG
March 2006
You push your way through brainwashed, zombie ,singlefile walking robots to another day of 9-5, its been raining and gusting winds for 5 days straight.
The next morning you wake up, sun is out, not a breath of wind.....the surf's got to be cooking!!! You leave the house, skipping down the road,ducking under a bush for a quick backdoor barrel. Up the stairs of the postoffice and off the rail for a move that only makes sense in your head> An old lady tips her head in wonder at what this young chap is doing? You give her a quick smile and down the road you go.....pulling little rolls and taking off on any shape that represents a wave.
Once you get to the end of the street, you turn around taking another look at the line you just drew> Perfect 10's.
A little further....you pass the Travel Agent, prices on the windows (hawaii, Mexico,Indo,Aus,Spain,South Africa) You find yourself zoning out infront of the agency for 45minutes calculating,plotting,planning,pricing your next adventure away from the invisible bars of landlocked life> To all the boogers in a transitionposition...hold tight, it'll be all the more sweeter!!!!!!
