Surf It, Baby

sometimes it's december and sometimes it's january. sometimes it's a new year and sometimes you're stuck in the last one.

i pulled out a box of memories last night. it was beautiful. notes to myself saying, 'what should i do? = surf it, baby.'

i've got a voucher for one of her apple pies. one for an hour long massage in a hotel room on valentines day. i remember the voucher she took away. it was fucking steamy. i almost forgot i could be that steamy. i can't remember exactly what i wrote, but i can remember her expression when she read it. i remember 22nd street. i remember everything. i can. i can take it.

and i surf it, baby. in january or december, it doesn't matter. the hawaiians say, 'never turn your back on the sea,' cause you always have to look out for the next wave. i'm ready to catch it.

the date says december, but it lies. it's january now.