One Train, Two Train, Red Train, Blue Train
April 21st 2011 Hello all,
When I first moved to San Diego I felt compelled to learn to surf. I bought a battered nine foot board and a sexy chin to ankle wetsuit and hauled myself, half blind, offshore to embrace a few fleeting moment of verticality before plunging ass over tea kettle into the water below. Getting up onto the board was easier than I expected; getting out from the shore to open water was more
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