Well, after checking in on James, i headed to the beach for a run and swim. It's a fresh, rainy, windy old day here in Melbourne town, so no-one, i repeat, not a soul on the beach, except for the odd sea bird, washed up jellyfush, and me. So after me run, i stripped orf and in i went to greet the wild and inviting rythym of the waves, and the dark murky storm thrashed ambience calling my crazy self in, to join the chaos. I soon noticed a fella of (Jewish) faith on the sand in the wild wind getting his gear orf. He had some full on religious black and white clobber on, a big black hat which must've been gaffa taped to his head given the weather, and a beard down to his navel which split in 2 about halfway down. I reckon we were both bouyed and quietly excited by each others presence, like only 2 blokes can, as we independently revelled in the fact that.....
1. There's no other fuckers around gawking at me.
2. Ain't this just grand, liberating, and refreshing.
3. Looks like i'm not the only crazy c#$t around here.
Noice hot shower later, and chilled as. And that's kosher.
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