Surfers can be sad too. This was a while ago, as you can see by my skinniness and short hair. But when I drive behind a car with a surfboard on top I think that person must be much happier than me. Because I work from the premise that I'm a piece of shit always.
Today I didn't go surfing but I did go to the gym to slay the dragon of my anxiety. There were some strange people on the machines but I tuned them out and tried not to think of all the bacteria I must surely be absorbing.
Here I am going to the gym. I'm the one with the red bag and two different gloves.[These are actually Belarussian pensioners: REUTERS/Vasily Fedosenko photographer]