I obtained my diving license today (is it license, or licence, and ... what does the other one mean, if it doesn't mean license / licence?
Anyway ... I fulfilled my examinational - if that isn't a word, it effing should be - duties so that now I am a registered(?) Open Water Diver.
Mr. Cotton is finally allowed in the ocean.
I must also point out that I got %92 in the exam ... that's right, I fucking aced it. I even let a German fellow, who was sitting next to me, cheat by telling him openly that he, the dunce of the class, was allowed to copy my, the Grand Master of the class, answers. A GERMAN! LOOKING AT MY ANSWERS!!
Then we dive. To be honest with you, my readers, I thought diving would require little more than, 'put this in your mouth, and head down', but it's a little more complicated than that. But I swam through millions of fish.
You know how much I hate all forms of extrapolation, and I'm sure you find my rigidity to truth a trifle baffling, but I saw ONE million fish ... probably more.
Not to mention being circled by 5 THREE AND A HALF METRE REEF SHARKS!!
As a diver - and I can say that now quite proudly - I have seen some shit. Some serious fucked up shit. It's down there, man, and sitting at a table with 5 Germans, they could tell by the bleak, pained look in my eyes, that I had seen things that man wasn't supposed to see. For the sake of their well-being, I put my own internal atrocities aside, and went on to enthrall them with my tales of yore. Besplendouring them with images of that remarkable palace of twisting and thrusting treasures, that with our big city notions, and corporate mangle we fail to recognise as a tru(e)ly wondrous world.
Anyway ... I fulfilled my examinational - if that isn't a word, it effing should be - duties so that now I am a registered(?) Open Water Diver.
Mr. Cotton is finally allowed in the ocean.
I must also point out that I got %92 in the exam ... that's right, I fucking aced it. I even let a German fellow, who was sitting next to me, cheat by telling him openly that he, the dunce of the class, was allowed to copy my, the Grand Master of the class, answers. A GERMAN! LOOKING AT MY ANSWERS!!
Then we dive. To be honest with you, my readers, I thought diving would require little more than, 'put this in your mouth, and head down', but it's a little more complicated than that. But I swam through millions of fish.
You know how much I hate all forms of extrapolation, and I'm sure you find my rigidity to truth a trifle baffling, but I saw ONE million fish ... probably more.
Not to mention being circled by 5 THREE AND A HALF METRE REEF SHARKS!!
As a diver - and I can say that now quite proudly - I have seen some shit. Some serious fucked up shit. It's down there, man, and sitting at a table with 5 Germans, they could tell by the bleak, pained look in my eyes, that I had seen things that man wasn't supposed to see. For the sake of their well-being, I put my own internal atrocities aside, and went on to enthrall them with my tales of yore. Besplendouring them with images of that remarkable palace of twisting and thrusting treasures, that with our big city notions, and corporate mangle we fail to recognise as a tru(e)ly wondrous world.
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Carry on.