There's two things with much in common, here upon this spinning earth – many are the parallels of hunting girls and chasing surf. First of all, the chase is endless, stretching to eternity, from our modern days of comfort to the depths of history. Both endeavors are demanding, harder than they look at first, sure to ruin stoutest body, sure to empty fullest purse. Sleep-deprived and always thirsting, stags and riders know their goals – catching gnarly, pitted barrels; conquering those willing foals. Some among us are equipped to tackle both with derring-do, others though they stumble often, then aloud of sorrows spew; it's a mix of luck and timing, skill and daring, patience deep, as the waves confound and fool them or they go alone to sleep. Keep in mind these simple lessons, they should help and much assist: Paddle not but choose to skip it, that big wave arriving first, number two it will be better and won't choke you in it's mist; when engaged with fine young ladies keep your wits about yourself, have a shave and take a shower, leave the liquor on the shelf, ask her questions, short and simple, speak not much of hate or wealth. Now possessed of these poor teachings you may find your fortune rise, be it in the cresting ocean or a pair of sparkling eyes.
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