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Snap, Crackle, Pop Ankle
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The waves on Main Beach and the Wreck of Byron Bay were all time. Tons of barrels and tons of surfers showed up for several days of intimate enjoyment. I had a several good sessions until an unkown surfer dropped in on me in a heavey section of the wave in front of the barnicle and rust encrusted wreck. This left me no other option but to just try to get as far as possible in the now unmakeable barrel. The force of the wave crushed me down at an akward angle...snap,crackle, pop magically unable to surf for many days. It had been about a week and I ventured back into the water a bit too soon, a bit too eager to surf, so eager in fact that I forgot my board shorts at the camp and ended up surfing in my Hanes underwear. Feeling very good about myself (I may surf in jocks from now on) I was paddling out in the warm waters of Tallows Beach under the Byron Bay Lightghouse. The conditions were a bit too hectic for my ankle and I reinjured it. It is now a swollen and aching mess.
Not to worry though for I have my somewhat trusty car, the 300, for transportation and I am still able to hobble around. I will take this time out of the water to enjoy the other things in life like smelling the spectrum of odors emmitted by the ferral hippy now typing on the computer next to me. How many didgereedoo making dreaded headed rotten curry mixed with sour crack smelling white dudes with a tattoo of an Afro'd Jimmy Hendrix on the arm do you know? In Byron I know at least three. Maybe I should start working on my own special scent. I could not bath for a couple of days. Then sit on a black tarp on a sunny day making jewelery out of road killed kangaroos and koalas eating the left over bits while applying a rejuvenating mask of fish scales, sea foam, and warm damp swamp mud. I could then fan the mask dry with a pelican wing. A little water snake musk on the wrists and on the neck and I am ready to start busking for coins by learning how to play the harmonica at the main round about in town. That should keep me busy till my ankle heals up. Now I must be off to find my own special Kalvin musk.
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crazy boy (reply)
Feb 28, 2008 23:24 EST by tschammann
I just love reading your postings. Your writing is great. As far as your own musk goes...well, remind me to never travel with you. It doesn't sound too pleasant. Be careful with your ankle and keep partying on! Love ya, T
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Musk (reply)
Feb 28, 2008 12:19 EST by rlcastleberg
If you create the Musk I'll help you market it. We can get rich and travel on dude !!! Be sure to include just enough of something sweet and of course exotic. The artwork should include an aborigine!!
Miss you Kal. Be good and take care of that ankle. R
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