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it isn’t over boys.

It isn’t over boys.

We worry too much. The job, the bank balance, the weather forecast. We worry every time we look in the mirror and see all the chins, the breasts, the immoveable paunch. All that forehead, and the stringy covering by the leftovers. The cloudy eyes. We worry every time we take a shit (what’s the colour today?), or a piss (did it hurt?).

Anyone out there a Doctor? .. .. Thanks very much, bastard!

We hurt when someone mentions the days when it was all about catching waves – when we were lean and hungry and as brown as old floorboards. When we could sleep face down on concrete, drink vodka out of the bottle, smack a few heads, throw up inside a mate’s car.

It hurts not to do this anymore.

The smile is tighter because the teeth are going grey, hair grows out of the uglier plots – the nose and ears. Remember those thighs .. ? All gone now, withered like old chicken legs. Unspeakable odours creep out from between the toes, there is the chronic genital rot and a backside like two old balloons half full of water.

That’s us boys .. ..

What really hurts though is even when we were indestructibly young and beautiful we could never pull a babe as magnificent as this  – but if life was all about pulling babes, pulling cones, and pulling into slabs, then at least we got two out of three right.

So who wants what this old boy has?

He might have the billions, the ten-car garage, private jet  – a home in Monaco, but did he ever get out at Lennox on a good day? Nosir, and do you know what that makes him .. ?

– a loser.

kind of .. ..

8 Comments Post a comment
  1. Nick Carroll #

    Speak for yourself with the chicks you old sluggo-wearer, you.

    August 10, 2011
  2. That’s a challenge right there nude-nut, all I need is a pic of you (under any circumstances) and with my superior wordplay will savage you without mercy – but I guess you’re getting plenty of that elsewhere –

    – besides, nobody wears sluggos up here, the fashion is boots, socks and stubbies – and that’s just poolside.

    August 10, 2011
  3. Davo's Liver #

    Would a “sluggo” be the same as a “slingshot” in amerikan or a “guarda bolas” in spanish?

    What you had to beg for in your youth offers it up with breakfast included in your declining years. It’s no substitute for good point surf back before the old bones went to popping and snapping but is a small consideration. Kicks ass on the alternative.

    August 10, 2011
  4. dunno about slingshot davo, but if ‘guarda bolas’ means guarding the gonads then you’re getting close –

    August 10, 2011
  5. Scott Dillon…I am off to Hawaii next week with a 25 year old super hottie,Two weeks in paradise.What more could one ask for.A week on the Big Island,Dancing.drinking,making love..Who said you should grow old..I will be 84 for my birthday in Hawaii.It,s all about your mind.Long live the surffy dude..

    August 10, 2011
  6. spoke to mick scotty, he says don’t forget to take the arvo nap –

    August 10, 2011
  7. That photo is way too hard to swallow. And I have just had my breakfast. . . waves of nausea!

    August 11, 2011
  8. Steve Shearer #

    Scotty knows how to run a smooth line.

    Don’t worry mate, we was taking notes while you tuned up those backpackers.

    August 14, 2011

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