There is a kind of sixth sense that surfers share.
We can spot each other across thick rooms and crowded pretence.
Maybe it’s the sandals despite the sub-sixty bite in the air.
He got hooked two years ago at school in San Diego, ever since, his hart cant rest at home in San Jose.
It realigns all ambitions; initially, as a Pre-Med he had intended to do R&D, now he wants to do humanitarian work in Mexico.
His brother took up the family pharmaceutical business (the only lingering obligation),
Now he just has to finish Medical school, easy enough, right?
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