I am finding it very difficult to get inspired to post about the Venice Surf Report here on this blog because it just is so…well….lamesauce. Even though I knew it wouldn’t be very good this morning, I decided to meet up with nerd #1 for an early morning paddle out, and it was about as bad as it gets. Onshore winds, 1 -3 foot crapness of waves with zeeeeroooo shape, and a sucking out to low tide drain. Uuuughhhh. I feel like such a broken record these days. Fuck it. I’m moving to San Diego. This place is going to be the death of me and my blog pretty soon unless I switch up the premise to thoughts on mind-altering drugs or some other more inspiring topic.
Venice may just be the death of my blog.