Easy Diver

its been a while. a lot has happened.
this following story too place a few weeks ago, but i've been thinking about it enough to repeat it now.

it was a nice day out, but i was broke and couldn't enjoy it. i really wanted to play street hockey at a school parking lot, but didnt have a mode of transportation. easy solution i guess? find the money to buy a motorcycle.

But where would i find that kind of money? i guess i could check couch cushions and hit up the coin star, but what i really need is treasure. And the only way to really find treasure is with a friend, a snorkel, and flippers. Lucky for me and "N217" we had all those supplies and easy access to a beach.

We swam out past the pier, where the water was still clear enough to see the sharks and alligators that were guarding what we were searching for. We filled up our pockets with coins, jewelry, and other artifacts long lost to the sea. It was surreal. We were mastering this so quickly. We've found what nobody else had in the past hundreds of years of recreational sea-searching and dreaming.

We walked out of the ocean like swamp thing, with our flippers flapping and the sun burning our backs. Straight to the internet where i bought a 50 year old red rusted motorcycle on ebay for the even amount we found. It was on my doorstep in seconds and Fonda and I were riding into the sunset with our hockey bags on our backs, ready to play all night.