One of the most memorable things I think I’ve ever heard about Laird Hamilton is that when there’s a long stretch without monster waves, he gets depressed. Zif I’m anything close to Laird Hamilton. But each weekend that goes by that I don’t get in the water, I feel the weirdest, itchiest, most uncomfortable sense of withdrawl.

I’ve never had any “addictions” other than Sex & the City, but this must be what it’s like. The analogies with surfing = drugs is pretty much a no brainer. Not that I know about drugs, but from what I hear, it’s just as bad. That need to get that fix is horrible. I think the more true analogy is surfing = love. And like being in love, you get distracted when you’re not with the object of your affection. Like love, you look forward to the weekends knowing you have all the time in the world to spend together. And like love, distance makes the heart grow fonder, but when you can’t get it, sometimes you end up getting your fix watching a movie to remind you of what you’re missing. Hence, Boo’s favorite analogy, surf movies = Bunny’s porn.

(The Ultimate Surf Porn)

This weekend, being in the dessert, thinking about surfing and coming to grips with the knowledge that I might not get my fix, I resorted to watching surf porn (SP) on iPhone. Thank God local surf buddy texted an invite to dawn patrol tomorrow and that I’m “working” from home. If I didn’t have this to look forward to, I think I’d be using this laptop for “SP”. Although, the SP is also good to fall asleep to as well.