There I was early Friday morning, swimming laps at the old Northeast Y. I felt a familiar sensation. Swirling fabric brushing against my right leg as I churned through the water. I came to a stop against the wall, looked down and, once again, realized I had a gaping hole in my red swim trunks that was exposing most of my thigh.
Fortunately, there were only three other guys in the pool and, as before, I had another layer beneath my trunks.
Guess I'm going to have invest in some sturdier trunks. Either that or consider Speedos.
Yeah, r-r-ight.
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