I Confess

The weekend saw good sized surf, nice conditions, and all the people in the western states. I surfed short sessions, got a few nice ones and bailed. Today, the swell got small and the surf session was local. But - I just couldn't fit in - I couldn't groove with everyone else. I had to burn the Burner. Ranger, I confess. I don't know what came over me - it was like DYSM took control of my mind and body. I did ten Hail Marys but I still don't feel absolved.

Final Word:
"Bigmouth strikes again, and I've got no right to take my place in the human race" The Smiths, 1983.  ¶ 10:05 PM