Saturday, December 31, 2005

From Patrick Lewis's Journal

From Patrick Lewis's journal:

November 1, 1989

I can't surf. I can't even get to the beach without throwing up. I told Dad not to sign the new sponsorship agreement. I won't be going to any more tournaments.

Mom tries to help, but she just makes me nervous. She watches everything I do like I'm a freak. Dad told me to find a job, one far away from the water. He got me hooked up with the nursery. I'm building water gardens for people, but that's okay. It's water. Dead water that I bring to life with plants and stuff.

It's okay.


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