My friend Anthony comes knocking on my door asking if I want to go swimming, so I say yes. We get down to the beach, and after a while, he says "Do you want to go see a little secret spot?" I say sure. So we walk down the shoreline alittle bit, which is full of rocks. After a while, he says "We're gonna have to swim across" so we swim across, I'm pacing my self, because I know were most likely going to swim back. Anthony races up ahead. Once we finally get there, Anthony stops to catch his breath. Anthony says we should head back, because he's a hypoglaucimic(sp?), which means if he doesn't eat, he pukes, or passes out, or both. ! So we have to get back to shore. We find 2 vollyballs, and blow them up, for hope of trying to kick to shore. After several attemps, we just think we might as well swim to shore. So after 10 minutes, Anthony starts to have a panic attack. I keep telling him to stay calm, and I hold onto his foot while paddiling, while he's yelling to the boaters to give us a ride. Finally, after 20 minutes of this, someone picks him up, and I go home, and eat a big bowl of macaroni of cheese. Ok, I'm done now.
I'm glad everything turned out OK but as Finger Blister stated, "a man's got to know his limitations." He should of known either to eat 1st or go their another day.
People that live in glass houses should not throw poop. That stuff is nasty, and everyone can see, to. Clean up is a bitch.
Wow...I'm glad he didn't drown,that woulda sucked... See,if I lived really close(walking distance) to an ocean or a big lake or something...I dun think I'd play bass/be on TB as much because I would probably fish the hours away *shrug* I'm Done -Jon
I would fish the hours away too if I was in waslking distance...closest beach here is 15 minutes away or so. I remember when me and my friend used to go fishing everyday at Avila Pier...we'd sit there fishin and talkin it up with the old fisherman and have a jolly good time I sure miss those days...
Man....the only "body" of "water" we're close to is a small crappy polluted pond like a mile away...and a crappy polluted stream with rats and stuff(rats in the woods near the stream...not the water ) -Jon
I live about 5 minutes away from the Gulf of Mexico. Many a good fishing spot with in 10-15 minutes drive here. I try to go a little bit every night, and day during the weekends. Nothing like the fight of a good sized fish fighting on your line.
Yeah man, when me and my family went camping at the start of this summer we took obsolex and in Fresno we stopped and grabbed some little speakers for my CD player and me and obsolex would sit there by the river fishin and listenin to mudvayne that was always fun, heh. And of course we had my bass to play as well
Amen to that One time...I went to the Ches. Bay,caught alot of White Perch and ate them the same night...it's so joyess once you eat the one you caught Barbaric too,but thats neat -Jon
are we ever going to know why he wanted to take you to a "Secret spot" and probably do "secret stuff"??
Ive got the same problem (hyperglycemia) as a side effect of the insulin I take to treat diabetes. Its a major bitch. I must have had it hit me 3-4 times today. He should go pick up some glucose tablets from his nearest drug store. I keep a bunch in a plastic bag and have 4 or so when I feel it get to me. Oh, and I think he would have been better off relaxing waiting to see if it would pass first before excercising and making it worse. Peace Nick