My name is Joe and I'm not a surfer. I'm just clearing up the title of this post.
My story is I loved a woman who loved another man. One day I came home to find them in heat. Horizontal tango. In my bed. Whoa! You know what does to a man?
Things got worse after that. She threw my stuff on the sidewalk. She got a restraining order on me.
I ain't bitter. I'm trying to cope. She moved in with the other guy. I then fell in with drink, lost too many work days and got fired.
I slept rough on the beach then changed my name to Joe. Just Joe. Odinary plain Joe.
Oh and I ain't a surfer
That's my story.
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