Deep inside the barrel, completely in the tune with my inner self, nothing else matters, the hard wind spit shooting past me from behind, my hand dragging along the wall, the light shines ahead. My long hair carried by wind. My feet are in perfect placement on the board.
As i lean forward i feel myself speeding up getting faster as a barrel starts to close. I crouch down my legs bum and I then pull out the whole lineup cheering. My body tingles with joy and happiness. That was the day i became man.
Mathew Tomson
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