god i miss the ocean...

summer is here in full swing finally, and it makes me hate new england even more. Those who may know me may recall I was at one time a rather fair surfer.I miss the beach, I miss the ocean. But Adam, you might say, you live in the Ocean State!

What a bunch of bullshit that is....Ocean State my ass. The beaches are cold, rocky, full of guidos and red tide that leaves your skin itchy and a rancid, rotten smell in the air. And surfing?? fucking forget it. Douchebag bros pullin up to the 'breaks' in Escalades with a BIC or NSP board strapped to the roof with bungee cords, fin to the rear. Or some rich asshole poser rocking a fully restored showroom quality 50k woodie. And if you can stomach that shit and still try to paddle out, you will find yourself in a lineup FULL of motherfuckers and jackoffs with no knowledge or respect for any sort of surf etiqutte; 10 of them paddling for the same 2ft wave. Surfing used to be a cleansing and spiritual experience for me, where I sat out on the edge of the continent, completely alone and in touch with the ocean. There is no stoke to be found here, none. After all else that I have lost in my personal and professional life, to lose my one healthy outlet for reality is literally killing me.

FUCK YOU New England. You fucking suck, and you know it

WHERE I NEED TO BE:

malibu

rincon

waikiki

my former home break, wrightsville beach

But where I am stuck:

fucking eastons beach. and this is actually a nice picture of it