this morning i eat my new breakfast, a mixture of cabbage and weird plant substances, and coffee to wash it down with. jake joins me as we head down to the beach for a surf, although jake likes a run. i assess the wave front, it's messy but there are waves. the water is very warm, it's a perfect morning, golden sands and clear blue skies. i swim out to the back, waves break in chaos and none seem strong enough so i surrender to the play and just splash about.

then out of the blue a big waves comes, i take a stance and ride it back towards the shore. perfect. as i wade out a woman passes me by, she says, 'you like like neptune riding that wave, you just need a spear thing.'
'trident,' i reply.
'yes, that the word trident.'
'i have something better,' i raise up my fin.

back at the cafe, rob tells me a story about some junkie that stole his tools and how he found them at his friends, a sophisticated fence's warehouse. it's a funny story, something from a guy richie movie.

we drive over to tash's house for pancakes. on the way home we drop my suit off at the dry cleaners, i pick up some milk.

back at 13 00 in time to cool off, do a bit of reading.