My feet are off the ground, i'm in mid air, free of all restraints, free of any attachment to Earth or anything on it, i hit the water and find total peace and silence in the dark murky world that fish call home. Like a blind man, i reach out in front of me to find my way. With every stroke I climb out of the peaceful silence; reality strikes. God i miss the sky
I spent the weekend of Labor Day with some close friends, a house boat, speed boat, jet skies, enough food to feed a small village, enough booze to drown a fighting irish, and the trees faded from green to black.
We spent days under the sun. Jumping off the roof of our house boat. Other days were spent hauling ass on the jet skies or tugging eachother along on tubes.
It was one of the best times of my life.
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