Dave didn't drink but you wouldn't have known that. He looked like he was in a constant state of hangover: tired, hair unkempt, 5 o'clock shadow. He was kind of like a kid sometimes. He'd drive the coachboat away from us just so that he could race over someone elses' wake and then speed back to tell us how much air he got.
At one point in time he disappeared for a while. Rumour had it that he was training for speed orders, and the next time I saw him he was completely different. He had lost all the fat in his face. He was alert, clean shaven and in shape.
From then on the story gets a little less clear. He went to speed orders, missed being selected for the Olympic team by a fraction of a second and then promptly disappeared. The craziest of rumours had it that he joined a cult and moved to Afghanistan, but it's probably more likely that he left to do some missionary work somewhere.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
36/365: Baby Dave
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