I woke up with a hangover. Really unlike me. I'm not a young buck anymore. On top of that, the rain tapping my roof didn't help much to get out of bed either. I thought it'd be a lay day when I rolled out of bed around 8, but a glimpse out my window showed the rain had stopped. With the thought of the commitment I had made to Klaude flashing in the back of my mind, I prepped the water jugs.
26th St. Fuck it was crowded. Or should I saw crowded enough. More crowd than a weekday for sure. It was too easy to spot Klaude on his Puddle Jumper Lolli. All the regulars were there. I'm surprised I still have some local stripes here it's been so long.
Upon paddling out, I caught my best two waves right away, and then the competition got too tough. The waves weren't as peaky as the day before. The lines were really long, allowing he longboarders on the outside to get them first. It was an realization that I just catch so many more waves when I surf solo and on the weekdays.
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