let us go back to '' the summer of the shark " again...there i was minding my own business and suddenly a herd of kids , teenagers , adults , sasquatch...every fucking thing you could imagine trampled by me to reach the same frigging destination...court two .
...and there he was...nationally ranked and all...mr . kent nicholson .
i watched him and felt less and less like a tennis player with every stroke he made...fuck he was good...and not the quiet kind of good either...but the kind of good that crawls up your ass and bights the back of your brain .
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