God I whine a lot! My guides from the east coast make me well aware of that. “ohhhh…it’s chilly!” I say as we paddle to the boat. “Shut the fuck up!” they say…I deserve it. “Man these waves are small” I cry. “Dude, it’s shoulder high and nobody is out?!”, they’re correct again. Apparently when it’s not 8-10 foot and hollow I’m not happy. I still have fun, and I know I’m mentally challenged, but when you get used to bacon, deli-soy doesn’t fool me. Then again, the occasional barrel will set me straight just when my whining is coming to a screeching crescendo.