The Fuzzy Edge of Broken Fiberglass

"Few things are more disheartening to the boatowner than staring at the fuzzy edge of broken fiberglass."

For fuck's sake.  Remember the shock of that grinding noise coming home, that feeling in the stomach, on basically the first trip out.  Alas, you probably would have hit that nail eventually, but why so soon?  Another entry in the overpowering instincts of hiding and running.  The repair will serve as a constant reminder, but things could always be worse.  Remember Mayweather v. Pacquiao, the 20 sent emails you still haven't brought yourself to read, and the blackout suicidal cockiness of the plan.  Did that lead to this punishment?  There is a connection.  There is always a connection. 

What's next is the question?  When will you be willing to walk away?  What sacrifices?  It's later than you think... and this tedium grows no less wearisome.  Countervailing Comprehensive Cooperative Confidentiality.  Remember the specifics behind those references?  Here's hoping not.