I Spy.
Twenty-one hours in the sun this weekend bought me a golfer's tan, quasi farmers tan, new back tanlines, and a bunch of new freckles. I am exhausted. I'm walking into my senior water polo season with a worn out, overthrown, overused, overworked, sore right arm. First Water Polo game tomorrow, 7.00 PM at Deerfield High, against Plantation High School. I'm ready to feel the fucking rush.
The Day I Win Is The Day I Love, and He Loves.