today i was complaining to myself about how frozen i felt on my "field trip" (in creative writing we went to the lighthouse on west cliff to get inspired in the morning). i wasnt even writing thinking about how cold and numb my fingers were.
but then this guy walked past me, in his wetsuit, holding his surfboard. he hopped a fence with ease and then wandered off to the edge of the cliff. then i realized he had done all this and was about to surf one of the most dangerous spots all with one arm.
i suck sometimes.