Holy shit! It's finished!
Fuck surfing. Fuck the ocean. And fuck this board. I'm done with this shit.
One weekend in August of 2019, I was smitten by the love of surfing.
Be sure to watch for the unicorn shitting skittles at the end. Here goes.
Holy shit, this post. It's finally published.
All of your quirks, broken dreams, character flaws and blemishes create a unique mosaic that is absolutely, authentically YOU.
So let’s break out the power buffer and polish the shit out of this turd. Sometimes life has the strangest way of . . . grabbing you by the throat and reminding you what your purpose is . . .
Let me tell you a secret about experiencing the miraculous in life: Declare a goal, something big, something that scares the shit out of you, and then commit to deliver on it, even if you have no idea how you're going to do it.
But once you declare [what you want], oh s#*t. It's on. Are you shaking in your boots, yet? You should be.