I heard the other day, Quenton(sp?), the mechanic who married the Marhalese woman on Ebeye who now lives in Enon Oklahoma with their kids, went to Ebeye several years ago, got really drunk and woke up the next day married. I keep hearing stories like this.
Feb 7, 2016..
An email to John, the former father of Big Red (my surfboard) who asked how "the pit" was this morning. "The Pit" has to be the surfing spot. I'm sure he mentioned it, in between me sucking down salt water while sitting there listening to him telling me some tips on how to surf...........
The pit was good I think, but as I was paddling back out, exhausted, feeling old, burping salt water, and bleary eyed...I think I saw you out there north of the pit. I have been out there everyday this week. The past two days were intimidating and only served to wear me out for the one day (today...Saturday) that was meant for me.
I have kept BIG RED in great shape and treated her well, in the hopes that some day she will return the favor. She might be mad at me this week because all she has offered me is the bottom of a wave, however today..
I learned ..while trying to catch a wave....to move her forward if I'm late in catching and back if I'm early.
It was a good day.
Oh, also something I may not have mentioned. Our temporary housing, the "Kwaj lodge" wasn't really designed for privacy. The room across the hall has ductwork (like 20 x 20" ductwork) leading into my room. I can hear the idiots across the hall better in my room than standing next to their door in the hallway. I've had to listen to the latest idiot talk to his Phillipino girlfriend on Skype way too much. "yea honey that's the bed back there....its not big enough for the both of us but I still wish you were in it with me" or "I can only afford to send 2000 pesos this time sorry honey, its all I can do " ($40 American) or ....."yea that's the shower...I wish you were here in it with me". I thought the guy was in his twenties cause I could here him saying in a belch "oh yeaaa" or "howya doin"....Then I hear him tonight talking to someone outside the room in the hallway..."I can't go tonight ..me and my new roommate are talking about gaming". I gotta get a look at this guy. He has to be twelve. I open my door to go to the bathroom. The idiot is some curly haired chubby guy in his mid to late 30's.
I am once again proud to be the man I am. Thank you jerk off from across the hall.
February 8,2015........................
Becky...I've been learning alot out here. I keep thinking of this quote from confucious ----The Master said, Even when walking in a party of no more than three I can always be certain of learning from those I am with. There will be certain qualities that I can select for imitation and bad ones that will teach me what requires correction in myself....
I can safely say you and Marty have given me qualities to imitate. Out here, unfortunately, I have found many bad ones that will teach me "what requires correction in myself" so goes the quote. I paraphrase and say..."qualities I do not want to emulate"
I'm learning from others how to be a better man, unfortunately its from looking at the bad side.
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