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DRAMA AT THE INFAMOUS H67 HANG OUT

Posted in Ghost Writer on October 11, 2011 by SLUDGE SODA

The joust hath begun, the knights are out in full gallop, halberds erect. It is A WAR!!!!

Traffic at the wave suddenly came to a halt in the late hours following the chaste and friendly banana sundae.  IS THIS THE END OF INNOCENCE? THE ERA OF TRANQUILITY IS GONE, THE SWELL IS ON…

In the deepest hours of the night; as the inHabitant lot was resourcing their cortisol levels; the revered yet congested take-off landscape was mercilessly getting slaughtered with a table saw…you read me possums…a table saw.

Faultless blood was shed..violence lingers in the air since that dreadful night..just a few weeks before Halloween might we add.

Comments and bad thoughts gushed for days as all souls expressed their discombobulation at the macabre sight of the …stump; some camouflaging their real thoughts under a bouquet of eco-minded comments, or blaming it on the dangers of letting surf-infants play with the rope..

Prior to this age-defining incident both sides of the rope subliminally defended their turf away from the rink of frank discussion. Hence for lack of words, the sword fell on the innocent tree.

As an unbiased source tried to explain, for the purists the rope is a heretic blow to authenticity…

For the ropies, it was just an ingenuous way to avoid frustration and unwanted loss of energy. Little tree was a friend, almost animate, who gave it all helping riders on the way to bliss.

Anyway, rebuttal never got to the tectonic layers of the debate. Perhaps , as some witnesses comment, it was all about the surcharge and the smell of foot decay.

Expert demographer and war expert once commented, citing Hum-the-wise: “exponential population growth without corresponding carrying capacity will eventually breed violence. Peace usually comes back in time. So do trees.

THE SUSPECT(S)

Nobody …almost nobody … is above suspicion in this unfortunate event and all stick holders now unhealthily gaze at each other wondering “did he do it?”, was it a blonde..? Does he have a short stick? Maybe he (or she) tortured his (her) hamster when he (she) was a kid…

Although suspects were reported fleeing from the scene by disquieted residents, no formal accusations have been made. It is also unlikely any formal investigation can be triggered without an appropriate in-kind budget.

COLLATERAL DAMAGE OR LIFE WITH ROPE PTSD

Expert shrink  Dr. S.F. advises not to engage in heated discussions on the topic until waters recede. It is likely that the culprit was trained to the wave, as some of us, in a harsh and psychologically taxing context where life hangs from the thin rope of fear: “you can take da rope n drown or i can drown u right now…..swim motha focka” (reference will provided upon request).

Moral of the story? the message is loud and clear and reads as follows:

Now lets just get back to surfing and other earnest matters.