I'm Eric, I grew of in the desolate and immaculate mountains of New York. When I finally came down it was to study Sustainable Agriculture, it was wonderful, but just when I started focusing on the dead zones in the Gulf of Mexico due to the fertilizer content flowing down the Mississippi River I ran out of cash. Luckily the coincided with my buddy getting fed up with work, so we packed up his minivan with Grateful Dead cassettes and his malcontent ferret, Mayor Giuliani. It was pure peace, climbing volcanoes, surfing, sleeping on the beach and eating nothing but rice and beans. In Honduras we stopped at a bar and I met a divemaster, the next three months were spent diving every single waking moment. That was three years ago and I still have whale shark dreams and feel the coral withdrawal.
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