My parents recently copped a place in south Florida, which I would normally avoid if I didn't like surfing so much. Especially when the temp outside is 83 and the water is 75. You can surf until your shoulders fall off from paddling, which is not the case back in NH right now, where rigor mortus sets on as soon as the Vaseline you rubbed on your face to protect you from the 48 degree water and 35 degree air wears off. It has been an awesome week and I've gotten a bit better at surfing. I shouldn't really call it surfing, as I have to kneeboard as my spinal cord injury relegated me to kneeboarding cuz I can't balance standing up. Rehtard. Still fun as, though.
Any photos of kneeboarding from the front make me look like an amputee. This looks somewhat more graceful.
oh yeeeee.
Even Dad slays!
Back to NH Monday, which I'm not really looking forward to, but will be able to hook it up with some homies, possibly ski a day or two, and hopefully get a temp job to increase my dwindling funds before I get killed by the Euro in France. Maybe also surfing, but I am sure that as soon as I step outside I will change my mind.
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