i lived at exit 305 one mile before you left the mainland and startedin the keys,
very pretty nice place for me i fell in with some good people,
my good friend played for the perrine 'colts' a semi-pro baseball team/
i lived on the sw side of miami, that was the ruff spot also,
we were always on 'cops'
but for me, no surf and no dogs, i was there by myself, so i said fuck it and came home,
but didnt take long to get my quiver built back up,
got 15 boards now, only 5 long, of those i only ride to and they're performance boards.
then had to start bulding my dogs back up,
now i'm up to the third generation, just made a breedin been waitin 3yrs to do.
and things are lookin good
like WW said,
once you become ok with yourself,
life gets easier