What it must be like to float leisurely on the surface in a nice, soft BC vest, my head high and my rig stable. Sometimes I even think what it must be like not to have a cold piece of metal stabbing my in my rear end. Sometimes I think like it would sure be nice to have some big, roomy pockets to put my gloves and a little light into. Sometimes I think what it must be like not to have a crotch strap strangling me. Or what it must be like not to need to wrassel with a stupid weight belt. Just thinking about it makes me feel all cozy and warm and safe.
But no, that would not be cool and techie, so here I barely float with my metal plate poking me, my head barely out of the water with each wave depositing one gallon of salt water in my gullet, my sausage has no home much less a place for a nice little light or a place for some gloves and the crotch strap strangling me.
I am rugged, I am techie, I will endure and tough it out and all for the sake of fashion. Sometimes I just have to think that. But, then, imagine if there was world peace and always perfect dive weather, alas, I ask for too much I suppose.
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But no, that would not be cool and techie, so here I barely float with my metal plate poking me, my head barely out of the water with each wave depositing one gallon of salt water in my gullet, my sausage has no home much less a place for a nice little light or a place for some gloves and the crotch strap strangling me.
I am rugged, I am techie, I will endure and tough it out and all for the sake of fashion. Sometimes I just have to think that. But, then, imagine if there was world peace and always perfect dive weather, alas, I ask for too much I suppose.
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