Journey 4
~The Best Glass~
"No...miraculous is my presence right now.....I'm blessed to have life in my body, given the toxic amounts of alcohol I was clearly forced to consume", I point a blaming finger at Letty, as we stand at the edge of the shore, waiting for Jesse. We shiver as a cold night-warning wind blows past us, our boards tucked tightly under our arms, wet suits and board shorts helping a little but not much. Why is it that rich people own the best stretches of beach? We're only privileged to be friends with their son, so we get the best glass...the biggest, most majestic waves ever made.
"Where the fuck is he?", Letty growls, shivering, turning in a circle, looking towards his house.
"Why'd you let me embarrass myself like that?", I ignore her, and dodge the swinging edge of her board as she turns back to face me.
"I don't know what you're talking about", she answers with mock innocence, and I proceed to shove her. She stumbles back laughing heartily.
"That wasn't funny...I can't even remember what happen", I stare bluntly.
"You had fun...that's what happen....Dom was so lit, I doubt he even remembers half the shit you done", She states nonchalantly.
"HALF the shit?!", I inquire further, but Jesse emerges from his porch and both of our attentions turn to him.
"S'bout time!", Letty yella at his lanky form hobbling down the beach towards us with a board tucked under his arm.
"Sorry....it was just a little harder getting my body up this morning....well....evening", he corrects himself, sticking the front edge of his board in the welcoming sand, and beginning to wax the top surface. As if we were all thinking the same thought, at that exact moment we all became silent, and stilled, turning to look at the water.
"It looks kinda rough", I say half nervous, more aware of my mortality, watching at least 8 feet of water break, sending spray behind it, and foam in front.
"Beautiful", Jesse, pauses mid stroke of the wax bar, never taking his blue eyes from the aqua sea.
"Let's be careful, ok?", Letty, looks over at both of us, but neither are looking back.
"We ALL go home tonight....no one here to impress, OK?", she says a little louder, her voice never breaking into a shout. Jesse and I both, seem to finish our inner conversations, and turn to nod at her.
With that we all pick up and paddle out. At the risk of quoting a line right out of a cheesy comedy drama, these are the best times of my life. In the middle of the ocean with the only two people in my life that matter, everything's bigger than us, but we feel so much greater. Nothing else matters. I swear if they knew how much I loved them, they'd think I was a girl. I just got sucked into the barrel, and I'm wiping out. Underneath the water, waiting for the suction of the wave to release me, I have thoughts of my other family. Memories of the islands...I shake my head, and push my arms and legs in a downward motion pushing for the distorted surface, my lungs burning. Trapped air bubbles racing along side me, and fluming out my nostrils, I emerge, gasping for air, chuckles and laughter all around me.
"Ya know, if ya'd stop smoking, you wouldn't have the lung capacity of a two year old anymore", Letty mocks, as I reach and arm out for my already surfaced board, breathing heavily.
"You okay?", Jesse smiles, atop his board, reaching over and helping me to my own. I nod, and we all break into laughter, straddling the planks, our legs disappearing into the blue, gentle waves rocking us from underneath.
"Well, while you were over there reenacting a Rescue 911 episode, we caught some nice pipe...so", Letty jokes, her way of expressing concern, without actually being obvious. I snort a little in laughter, and turn to Jesse, whose eyes are in the horizon.
"Yeah, we can head in....I'm done snorkeling today", I laugh, we both are now looking at Jesse quizzically.
"Jess?.....you want us to just bring you a sleeping bag", Letty laughs.
"One more....and I'll be in", he starts paddling away. I look back and see a nice one setting up in the distance. He always spots them so early, before their even waves, when they're just another ripple. Letty and I begin to paddle ashore, slowly, looking back to watch Jess, every now and then. I look up and notice someone standing on the beach. Letty, beside me, stops, to watch Jesse ride. I turn and stop, seeing him ride across then out of the barrel, with his hands in the air, declaring greatness, parallel to us, but farther over.
"Way to go, bro!", Let, yells, smiling ear to ear.
"Letty, there's someone on shore", I stare at the figure.
"Huh?", she turns to me, then follows my stare.
"Who is that?', we both ask each other in unison, then seeing Jesse walk up to him, already on the beach.
"You don't think it's...", I leave it open, not really believing he'd actually be here.
"Totally", she laughs, as we begin to paddle again.
~The Best Glass~
"No...miraculous is my presence right now.....I'm blessed to have life in my body, given the toxic amounts of alcohol I was clearly forced to consume", I point a blaming finger at Letty, as we stand at the edge of the shore, waiting for Jesse. We shiver as a cold night-warning wind blows past us, our boards tucked tightly under our arms, wet suits and board shorts helping a little but not much. Why is it that rich people own the best stretches of beach? We're only privileged to be friends with their son, so we get the best glass...the biggest, most majestic waves ever made.
"Where the fuck is he?", Letty growls, shivering, turning in a circle, looking towards his house.
"Why'd you let me embarrass myself like that?", I ignore her, and dodge the swinging edge of her board as she turns back to face me.
"I don't know what you're talking about", she answers with mock innocence, and I proceed to shove her. She stumbles back laughing heartily.
"That wasn't funny...I can't even remember what happen", I stare bluntly.
"You had fun...that's what happen....Dom was so lit, I doubt he even remembers half the shit you done", She states nonchalantly.
"HALF the shit?!", I inquire further, but Jesse emerges from his porch and both of our attentions turn to him.
"S'bout time!", Letty yella at his lanky form hobbling down the beach towards us with a board tucked under his arm.
"Sorry....it was just a little harder getting my body up this morning....well....evening", he corrects himself, sticking the front edge of his board in the welcoming sand, and beginning to wax the top surface. As if we were all thinking the same thought, at that exact moment we all became silent, and stilled, turning to look at the water.
"It looks kinda rough", I say half nervous, more aware of my mortality, watching at least 8 feet of water break, sending spray behind it, and foam in front.
"Beautiful", Jesse, pauses mid stroke of the wax bar, never taking his blue eyes from the aqua sea.
"Let's be careful, ok?", Letty, looks over at both of us, but neither are looking back.
"We ALL go home tonight....no one here to impress, OK?", she says a little louder, her voice never breaking into a shout. Jesse and I both, seem to finish our inner conversations, and turn to nod at her.
With that we all pick up and paddle out. At the risk of quoting a line right out of a cheesy comedy drama, these are the best times of my life. In the middle of the ocean with the only two people in my life that matter, everything's bigger than us, but we feel so much greater. Nothing else matters. I swear if they knew how much I loved them, they'd think I was a girl. I just got sucked into the barrel, and I'm wiping out. Underneath the water, waiting for the suction of the wave to release me, I have thoughts of my other family. Memories of the islands...I shake my head, and push my arms and legs in a downward motion pushing for the distorted surface, my lungs burning. Trapped air bubbles racing along side me, and fluming out my nostrils, I emerge, gasping for air, chuckles and laughter all around me.
"Ya know, if ya'd stop smoking, you wouldn't have the lung capacity of a two year old anymore", Letty mocks, as I reach and arm out for my already surfaced board, breathing heavily.
"You okay?", Jesse smiles, atop his board, reaching over and helping me to my own. I nod, and we all break into laughter, straddling the planks, our legs disappearing into the blue, gentle waves rocking us from underneath.
"Well, while you were over there reenacting a Rescue 911 episode, we caught some nice pipe...so", Letty jokes, her way of expressing concern, without actually being obvious. I snort a little in laughter, and turn to Jesse, whose eyes are in the horizon.
"Yeah, we can head in....I'm done snorkeling today", I laugh, we both are now looking at Jesse quizzically.
"Jess?.....you want us to just bring you a sleeping bag", Letty laughs.
"One more....and I'll be in", he starts paddling away. I look back and see a nice one setting up in the distance. He always spots them so early, before their even waves, when they're just another ripple. Letty and I begin to paddle ashore, slowly, looking back to watch Jess, every now and then. I look up and notice someone standing on the beach. Letty, beside me, stops, to watch Jesse ride. I turn and stop, seeing him ride across then out of the barrel, with his hands in the air, declaring greatness, parallel to us, but farther over.
"Way to go, bro!", Let, yells, smiling ear to ear.
"Letty, there's someone on shore", I stare at the figure.
"Huh?", she turns to me, then follows my stare.
"Who is that?', we both ask each other in unison, then seeing Jesse walk up to him, already on the beach.
"You don't think it's...", I leave it open, not really believing he'd actually be here.
"Totally", she laughs, as we begin to paddle again.