I don't use drugs, I don't drink alcohol, and I don't smoke, but there is still some little bug inside my head that never stops poking whenever I see trees bending from the wind, or the waves at sea turning white... that's the moment when I stop thinking about anything else but windsurfing, and start making plans. The plans mainly consist about me getting out of any previously made arrangements for that day, getting home as soon as possible, grabbing my board and my equipment and driving to the closest surfspot. I don't expect someone who never expirienced the sensation windsurfing provides to understand what I'm babling about, but I guarantee that once you succed to plane with your board for the first time, that's the point of no return, that's when you can join the "WINDSURFING ADDICTION CLUB".
So I guess, it would be in order for me to correct the first sentence, there is an addiction in my life!
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