some people call me a space cowboy
summer must really be drawing to a close because it was pretty dark when i roused at 6 this morning to catch the early morning low to mid tide push at bay street. the past few days have been less than fun so i decided to elevate my mood by doing a little early morning surfing before facing the clusterfuck that is my vocation. i guess i should be stoked that i got a raise yesterday but negativity seems to take precendent over my other moods, which is not characterisitic of me at all. the swell that started yesterday has picked up and some of the set waves got pretty damn big, enough that i got seriously tossed at one point when i wasn't paying attention. i did score two good rides but parting ways with the breaks in order to schlep through the sepulveda pass is such sweet sorrow.
speaking of the schleppers, its the high holiday as evidenced by the noticable drop off in traffic--both auto and human--on the freeways and around my office. i wonder if anybody would buy into my taking the day off for atonement. i mean, hey, i used to spend summers at camp in maine where my bunkmates were kids named levy, chevitz, morris, mann, wisotsy, wilkenfeld, green, shapiro, berman, etc. so i'm almost one of the tribe. almost.
there's so much to talk about, so much to bitch about, so much to share. don't be a fool, stay in school. cause knowing is half the battle. to the ladies in the place with style and grace.. well we both knew it wasn't going to work out but would you mind stopping by every now and then to lick my balls? oh, and next time i'd like someone that's a better kisser, please. i wonder what its like to be the last remaining ramone? who will be the last who, daltry or townsend? it can't be like the last living civil war widow because most of those ladies were like 13 when they got hitched to some twitchy 40-something civil war vet. why did doctor j shave off his beard and moustache?
with all these questions, i guess now's as good a time as any to affirm my vows and restate the charolastra manifesto.
1) there is no greater honor than being a charolastra
2) do whatever you feel like
3) pop beats poetry
4) get high at least once a day
5) thou shalt not screw another charolastra's girlfriend
6) who ever roots for team America is a homo
7) daily masturbation is the key to happiness
8) never marry a virgin
9) who ever roots for team America is a faggot
10) the truth is cool but unattainable
11) the asshole that breaks any of these rules shall be stripped of their title of charolastra
summer must really be drawing to a close because it was pretty dark when i roused at 6 this morning to catch the early morning low to mid tide push at bay street. the past few days have been less than fun so i decided to elevate my mood by doing a little early morning surfing before facing the clusterfuck that is my vocation. i guess i should be stoked that i got a raise yesterday but negativity seems to take precendent over my other moods, which is not characterisitic of me at all. the swell that started yesterday has picked up and some of the set waves got pretty damn big, enough that i got seriously tossed at one point when i wasn't paying attention. i did score two good rides but parting ways with the breaks in order to schlep through the sepulveda pass is such sweet sorrow.
speaking of the schleppers, its the high holiday as evidenced by the noticable drop off in traffic--both auto and human--on the freeways and around my office. i wonder if anybody would buy into my taking the day off for atonement. i mean, hey, i used to spend summers at camp in maine where my bunkmates were kids named levy, chevitz, morris, mann, wisotsy, wilkenfeld, green, shapiro, berman, etc. so i'm almost one of the tribe. almost.
there's so much to talk about, so much to bitch about, so much to share. don't be a fool, stay in school. cause knowing is half the battle. to the ladies in the place with style and grace.. well we both knew it wasn't going to work out but would you mind stopping by every now and then to lick my balls? oh, and next time i'd like someone that's a better kisser, please. i wonder what its like to be the last remaining ramone? who will be the last who, daltry or townsend? it can't be like the last living civil war widow because most of those ladies were like 13 when they got hitched to some twitchy 40-something civil war vet. why did doctor j shave off his beard and moustache?
with all these questions, i guess now's as good a time as any to affirm my vows and restate the charolastra manifesto.
1) there is no greater honor than being a charolastra
2) do whatever you feel like
3) pop beats poetry
4) get high at least once a day
5) thou shalt not screw another charolastra's girlfriend
6) who ever roots for team America is a homo
7) daily masturbation is the key to happiness
8) never marry a virgin
9) who ever roots for team America is a faggot
10) the truth is cool but unattainable
11) the asshole that breaks any of these rules shall be stripped of their title of charolastra
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The peaches were soooo awesome, best tip ever.