I started going insane. I really did, not even as a joke. I was living in Vancouver, but not really living. I was working 2-5 jobs killing myself, was super stressed out, and was only enjoying myself when with some friends, at the beach, or at a rock show. But those times were few and far between.
I said "fuk it" got myself a doctors note, strapped a backpack onto my motorcycle, and headed to the surfing capital of Canada. My plan? I dunno, smoking some weed and do some yoga or something, what else do people do in Tofino. SURF. That's the real answer. And drink. I only did one of the two. Guess!
...To Be Continued...
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