yesterday, I was 'that guy'

mustache rides for everyone

The ocean has been flat. I have’t lashed my BBQ to the deck. There haven’t been any days lately in the water where I felt my life was at risk. The power hasn’t gone out once. As such, so far hurricane season had been, up to this weekend, a total bust.

Earl’s leftovers were still slowly degrading yesterday. By the afternoon, most who surfed all day Saturday had little left in the tank. I was at my favorite spot¹. The parking lot was empty. There were lots of waves left.

I got in and capitalized right away with a bomb of a set wave from way out the back. I ripped the shit out of it. It was grand. At the end of my ride I looked up at the bluff and heart sunk.

It was covered with people. Twenty somethings. The Get Along Gang, I thought with derision. Sigh, session’s over after just one wave.

Though I was ready to quit, my mustache was not. It took over. I became a man possessed. As the people on the bluff began to get ready, my mustache magically grew. It started paddling my board confidentl…