To get to the point.

Simon was not having a good day. He rarely had good days. By that I mean that he had lots of good moments, times when things were going well and nothing jumped out at him. His decision to go to the coast was one of outcomes to having had a few positive days. Positive for Simon was measured by his ability to become as invisible as he could possibly get; that was the gold-mark. On top of being invisible for a significant number of days, he had managed to use the outside trampoline, propelling himself short stretches into the air and landing again and again without losing balance. It was this activity, more than being invisible, that gave him the much needed belief that he could manage the waves.

“You know that he should never have done it. He was asking for trouble. Should have…

SHIT! I haven’t told you about the ghost yet.

The ghost was a shadow that followed me around. Sometimes, as I was swimming up from a deep place of sleep, I could see, through the sleepy cement eyes that are always there first thing in the morning or whenever it is that I wake, something sitting on my bed. It’s always the same shape or outline and it always sits in the same position. And it always scares the shit out of me. You would think that I would be able to get used to it by now, but each time is like the very first time and each time is just as scary as before, more so, really. However, by the time that I have brought myself to some type of sense, and before I have completely rubbed my eyes clear of the cement of sleep, it has gone…