....RE:Surfacing

I now have a desk job. No more working in the sun. No more sweet sweat soaking my shirts. No tank tops and forklifts. It's all been replaced with hair gel and suits. Keyboards and telephones. Paper-clips and regret.

As I sit here staring at my third mug of now-cold Orange Pekoe, I would trade my Armani cologne for the smell of Banana boat faster than you can say 'natural justice.'

I am now a man. And this is what men do.


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