THE SPIRIT OF SURFING
Feb 11, 2019
4 minutes
by Andy Davis
Here’s to Maggot. Michael Burgess. He was one of the lost boys. A surfer and a purist, but also an ex-junky, ex-con, an early adopter, part of the first wave of nomadic surf hooligans that shunned the working life and sedentary securities of suburbia to chase dreams, fevers and waves around the world. Free and feral as a Madagascan hound. He was undomesticated. Unplayable at times. A beautiful specimen. Rare and uncompromising in the pursuit of his pleasures. The prototype that ultimately drives the whole crooked little dream forward.
We’re sitting in a bar and Maggot is laying it down. Holding court. Beers arrive
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