You were surfing breakwall the other morning, and I’m sure you saw me just before you ran over me with your board. I was a little upset about that, but when your leash wrapped around my arm and you fell off, sending your board flying in the other direction, a little bit of panic set in. I saw that all the flesh on my arm had been pulled towards my wrist into one big black and blue mound. I wondered if my hand still worked. Then I looked up and saw you giving me stinkeye instead of, I don’t know, saying you were sorry. After a surf instructor gave me my board back and helped me push my bruised flesh into place I had to ice my arm for a good half hour. I wonder if you acted the way you did because I was on a boogie board or simply because you’re an asshole. Try sharing the waves for a change.
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