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August 15, 2006
Eat sand
So I'm out in the ocean passing the football around with my brother, and this old guy goes, "Get help!" He's waving his arms at his wife, who is standing on the shore oblivious.
I go, "Do you need help?"
"I think I do," he says.
I thought he might panic and drown me so I locked eyes with him to determine whether I was about to die.
Couldn't tell.
I reached out and he took my hand, my brother came up on the other side and took his other and we pulled him into to shallow water where his feet could touch the sand.
He said, "I've got it now," so we let go and continued to walk him in, only supporting him when there was a wave.
He was embarrassed. "I've got it," he said, "I just got out too deep and I can't swim with my heart." We both let him go completely but the next wave was pretty big. I wanted him to have his pride so I didn't grab him, I tried to get between him and the wave to break it up. I should have just grabbed him again because he ate it. Completely down, totally under, prone position in the water for a long time. Way to go K, way to drop the ball. I scooped him back up and walked him all the way in without letting go again until he was on the beach.
I felt bad that this happens to an old man, after a long life, after years of going to work every day, raising children, after all the hard times that life brings but you struggle through, in the end you are weak and small and afraid and eating sand.
Then I said to myself, "Stop being a little bitch." Still, I have to admit I was a little freaked for a few days. Life is sad.
***
This guy I know (not me for real) went to his girlfriend's myspace page. Not actually his girlfriend, but the girl he was working on. She's a religious type of girl, a family girl, and he's behaved himself accordingly. She had a link to a survey which I guess was supposed to give you a rating or some kind of score or whatever, you know what I'm talking about. It started simple, name, age, etc., then asked, "who do you have a crush on..." then "what is your greatest fantasy..." and on and on getting more and more personal with each question. He "wanted to see how sick he was" if he filled out all the most extreme, depraved answers he could think of, so he wrote his name, and her name, and then all the twisted things he'd like to do to her sexually, and clicked submit. "You've been fooled," it said. "All your answers have been forwarded to [that girl's] email address.
Life is sad.
Posted by K