after 2 days of non-rainy skies, the cloudy skies eventually broke out into another afternoon torrents. he wanted to play 9-hole in the island, two nites ago, but the rain came, and he had to adjourn to the driving range.
drive he did, after quite a long while. easy drive, indeed. there's a way to handle the little dimpled obs with poise, like that little lady did - giving the full weight of herself into the swing, and let the motion take over and do the rest of power transfer....
the lightning flashes drilled through the forest, the thunder clapped with abandon
as if the sky's goin to fall, his fingers hurts with the inner skin rubbing too much on the grip, and the old grip of the driver also gave way.
one hour of sweat and toil did him good; kick the shit out of his puffed up brain.
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