For some reason, that just creeps me out. 
Atman way back when wrote a few free-lance stories for a surfing magazine, and at a garage sale up here (but in the big city) some years ago, I found one with one of his stories.
As you know, I'm an avid collector of old magazines, generally those before 1941, when they started going downhill, and there were a few old surfing magazines included in a box of other magazines; one had to buy the whole box, which I did.
There was a story about some physician of Hebraic derivation, who'd given up his profession just to surf.
Yeah, that's right.
Atman thought him rather remarkable.
I googled the surfer, to find out more about him. This was years and years after Atman had written his piece, and it was an eye-opener. The guy had pulled his kids out of school (he graduated from medical school in 1946, so you know what "time-period" we're dealing with) and took them to live on the beach with him.
They grew up illiterate, and as adults turned against him.
He was still alive at the time I googled him, and his latest endeavor had been "surfing for Palestine" off the shores of Israel.
Atman really knows how to pick winners.