Monday, November 26, 2007
this is my pal will J. He is a freak off his leash. You may have seen
him sporting a grotesque leather suit in other blogs but this really takes the cake.
He is a surfer, claiming that surfing is for Homo's. And What is the point? i challenged him to
see how serious he was about his convictions. I sprayed a broken board and put it on a stick and wanted
him to rock NS HB pier in the water. Yelling at guys "ripping" hey! fuck off as they surfed by. THis is as far as he could go. Football and taking dips was his MO. After taunting him for another 20 minutes he went off. He almost smashed my computer. He tore off his shirt, hopped in
his truck. Screamed "get off my shit!" and peeled out around the next three corners.
Favorites=Rick Morranus in Space Balls. Spending shit loads of cash at bars, then getting kicked out. cooking and not eating.
Hates=horses, surfing, music, art, the environment and me.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
So yeah. Clifferton, Sr. Posea, Nez Man, Jizzer and
yours truly took an epic little surfari down to Trestles the other
week and scored. Uber-fun wavos but even better we turned the lineup
into a bunch of blood thirsty vamps. Goons, Vamps and wino's.
As the crew pushed their buzz the lineup got scared. An old pirate looking
mother fucker even worked his way into our vampy little wine guzzling goon
bag crew. The session was capped by Clifferton pounding a goon sip, tossing the
bag and snagging the right of the day. He explained that off the takeoff he was
pretty tipsy and was experiencing some acid reflux from the cheap boxed goon bag.
Needless to say he recovered and ripped it all the way to the beach. Good on Ya cliffertons!
So if you ever want to combat the pack at the ever crowded Lowers, bring out a goon bag and
a small crew of your most convict looking pals.