some 10 min. story challenge (never edited)

Youth not wasted. The ocean was patting my 1 cylinder motorboat on the bow, almost congratulating it for its long life. The wind was giving me a similar salute by steadily blowing my hair out of my squinted eyes. This also helped me ignore the fact that I was past due on a hair cut. The mist was twisted with salt and felt good on my face. I put my self-made autopilot on the rudder, which was just a rope looped over the handle and pulled my wool sweater over my head by crossing my arms and stretching them towards the sky.
I had felt uncomfortable at the party. I didn’t like birthdays, especially my own. All my pretentious acquaintances standing too close, puffing up their chests, bragging about how much their presents set them back. I wasn’t having an awful time really, I had a few friends there, until I looked over to the main entrance and saw a little boy, one of the puffy-chested balloonheads’ and he was just staring at his boring little shoes. He was so lonesome yet he didn’t even realize it. His father was over in the living room, squeezing some young ballonheaded girl’s rear. He was telling everyone what an amazing guy he was. His uninspired son was still standing near the door – his liminal mind stuck somewhere between the entrance and outside the door, just unconscious to his abuse.
I slinked through the crowd, accepting a few happy birthdays with a crunched smile and a raised hand to show that “that was plenty of congrats for now”. I came up to the kid and he stared up with two big, dumb eyes and asked me to remove his shoes. I looked at him for a second to see if there was anything worth saving. I bent down, tied his shoes in an impossibly dubious knot and slipped out the door.
I ran full speed through the waist high field, down to the dock. I didn’t stop at all I leap directly into the back of the boat, almost toppling it in three feet of water. I fumbled a bit with the anchored rope but finally unhitched it and the little motor squeaked then buzzed to life and I took off over the larger shore waves into the fuzzy horizon of the ocean.
The sun filtered through the light clouds and I had plenty of time. I won’t turn sixty again I said to myself as the blue spray drizzled on my ugly old, grinning face.