warren cornish – after the funeral
the boys who rode balsa
Dec 3
This year he wants a shot at Lennox and the longer the bastard talks the bigger the chance is that we will actually take him out there.
Well I walked up the beach and past the pandanus cove and stopped a while by a surf school proned out on the sand as their coach pimped his authority over them and played for passing trade amongst the thronging idlers who wandered their aimless path with me.
‘ I’m new at surfing and would like to know how one would define a kook?’ - this question answered here at length.
How his bed smells in the mornings, and his clothes are always stained. His mind is loosening so quickly now and his conversation rambles here and there, flicking between fiction and reality, and he drinks far too much, every day.