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April 19th, 2010By the time he was in his 20s, he had perfectly cultivated the ability to give others the impression that he was a surfer – although he could count on one hand the number of times that he had actually surfed. No, he never lied. Instead, he had learned many years earlier that all he needed was a smattering of lingo and enough of the basic concepts to lead people to the wrong conclusion. A casual mention that he was up at dawn. Noting that the wind was offshore on a particular morning. Observing that an unusually strong riptide had developed at a particular beach. Moreover, he knew that people were never fooled by those dressing the part or adopting too much slang. No, all he had to do was say that he grew up at the beach, and get that faraway look in his eye. And people would always assume.