Hare's notes: The story of this wetsuit: found it at a flea market, the guy sold it for just $5, and I thought it could come useful. Monica Blewinski already placed me on probation for flea market purchases, so I had to hide it in the basement. Two months later, she found it, and was waiting for me, and then just brought it up: what is a wetsuit doing in my house. So I had to confess, that I haven't cured myself yet of my addiction to junk pilling from yard shit et all. Well, years later, I finally put it to good use. Glad it worked out well. The beer was in water only 6 feet deep. Should have tossed it further in, deeper.
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