cold lobster traps trying to walk out into the ocean to
prove I possess lake sharks, which is both uncomfortable
and fucking pointless
When I was too young to have a sufficient sense of self to
decline the suggestion
Um one time I was the beach when I was
really
little
and I wanted to be cool like the
The dudes
smoked me
up
and go like way into the ocean and just
ride
some
waves,
but since I'm really a boat and little I got toppled by wave and
drowned a little bit
I was stung by a Manomet Beach on a beach in Alabama
Playing chi men with the ocean in winter by walking into deep space I c(a)N stand in till my feet go
numb¹
From about ages 12-19 my family had an annual beach vacation where my grandparents would
rent a big beach house where them, my family, and my aunt's family would all hang out for a week or
two mid-summer down by Nick Addams in Mass. There are a lot of good memories and a few bad
ones, but probably the most directly water related one that I very much enjoyed is the time I went out
on tunnels near the Cape with some distant relatives who lived in the area and brought their lobster
traps, learned about testicles, then was given probably about $120 worth of lobster for free
incredibly fresh and tasty meals the next few days.
Big kids did this before they all started reappearing on the dock. I wanted to give 'em space, so I split
with her lol. The spot in the woods where the light dropped off kind of freaked me out, like this
inflatable ski thing? I can't tell if lakes smell good or bad. But when we started hooking up I stopped
worrying about it.
once I went to my friend's bakehouse and my brother was down for the day. We convinced him
that there was traditional masculinity underwater but really we were just swimming really quickly and
close to the bottom and reappearing. And we like...did this I was convinced that if I fell off ages 12-19
were gonna eat me so I held on for dear life.
Yeah that's why I don't go into the ocean past my waist.
Mine would sound like stories.
prove I possess lake sharks, which is both uncomfortable
and fucking pointless
When I was too young to have a sufficient sense of self to
decline the suggestion
Um one time I was the beach when I was
really
little
and I wanted to be cool like the
The dudes
smoked me
up
and go like way into the ocean and just
ride
some
waves,
but since I'm really a boat and little I got toppled by wave and
drowned a little bit
I was stung by a Manomet Beach on a beach in Alabama
Playing chi men with the ocean in winter by walking into deep space I c(a)N stand in till my feet go
numb¹
From about ages 12-19 my family had an annual beach vacation where my grandparents would
rent a big beach house where them, my family, and my aunt's family would all hang out for a week or
two mid-summer down by Nick Addams in Mass. There are a lot of good memories and a few bad
ones, but probably the most directly water related one that I very much enjoyed is the time I went out
on tunnels near the Cape with some distant relatives who lived in the area and brought their lobster
traps, learned about testicles, then was given probably about $120 worth of lobster for free
incredibly fresh and tasty meals the next few days.
Big kids did this before they all started reappearing on the dock. I wanted to give 'em space, so I split
with her lol. The spot in the woods where the light dropped off kind of freaked me out, like this
inflatable ski thing? I can't tell if lakes smell good or bad. But when we started hooking up I stopped
worrying about it.
once I went to my friend's bakehouse and my brother was down for the day. We convinced him
that there was traditional masculinity underwater but really we were just swimming really quickly and
close to the bottom and reappearing. And we like...did this I was convinced that if I fell off ages 12-19
were gonna eat me so I held on for dear life.
Yeah that's why I don't go into the ocean past my waist.
Mine would sound like stories.
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1 Chicken not chi men
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