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Regaining THE STOKE.

ya see, the word "STOKED" gets thrown around way to easily these days. kinda like a Canadian whore. not that i know that they're easy, but, i did have one say she stick around to eat footloops with me after. that conversation never got off the street.

anyhoo, "stoked", can only be pertained to a surfer. and, the only definition for "stoked", is when "a surfer is so excited about the surf he just had or is going to have, he is caught in bliss."

so, for like 6 weeks now, i have kinda lost the stoke. not cool. for most surfers the stoke is what keeps them alive. like a drug. a true surfer "whatever that is" will not act like the same person if the stoke is out of his body. i needed it back. desperately.
so, 2 days ago, i went surfing and the waves were acceptionally good. instead of surfing the standard board "like the ones you see kelly slater on" i paddled out a little foam board. not a tool...a toy. and holy shit. the stoked entered my body before i even got in the water. i was hootin and holla'n, and giggle'n like a little kid. i caught a bunch of waves and even got barreled on that lil'thang. super fun.
the stoke is back, and i'm glad it is. everything i engage in has a little more light on it now. like a satin finish.

Meet my friend Ezra Gray...

tuffer than nails...
keep him in your thoughts.

fight hard buddy.

littering (an epidemic)

i saw a girl a couple days ago throw a ciggie out her window. when we got to the next stop light i asked her, "do you think california is beautiful", she replied "yes, definitely!", with a big smile. i love when anger gets into me. especially when i can unleash it on entitled elitist. (might be able to unleash it to myself...ja). so i said, "well, if you think california is so beautiful, why do you throw your ciggs out the window?". her smile went to frown. and a frantic response came out in tongues. i drove off in a chuckle. her mouth was kept propped up by her steering wheel.

today, in almost the same exact location, i saw a very well to do looking gentleman smoking a cigg in his Cadillac. i noticed a rosary hanging from his rear view mirror. i asked myself, "how devoted is this man to god and his faith?" as he stepped on the gas a drove away in a bit of a rush, i saw the cigg go flying out the window. i was not able to catch up to him to give him a lesson about his own faith, but it would have gone something like this...

"uh sir... that is a very beautiful rosary around your rear view mirror." "being a proclaimed believer in the lord and his good word, do you think its fair to litter on this beautiful world he has created?"

i wish i could have caught up to that cocksucker. give him a piece of my good word.
fucker.

don't litter. and if you see someone do it. open your mouth.

can't wait for Austin Tejas...c'mon. part deux!!!

cant wait to kick it with the black lips...
FUCK YES!!!!

can't wait for Austin Tejas...c'mon

these doodes are gonna slay it...
ahooo!!!!

insecure moment

yup...just had one...
went like this. "i'm posting way to many music videos", "fuck it."

C'mon!

east coast photography never sounded so bitchen!!!

happy valentines day...C'mon.

NLS

a better way to get out of bed

you could really fuck up a steering wheel to this tune.
it's working!!!

when dorthy kicks you in the nuts.

she invites you out for kar'e'oh!kee with her and her friends.
she looks amazing out of here work duds.
cleans up real nice. but still looks great in scrubs.
she stole here jeans from peter. lots of people do that now.
"i know you like wearin tight pants...but you should get tighter ones."
dambit those heels...those heels and the industrial carpet confidence.
can't beat it.
she asked my friend out.
swallow
swallow
swallow
jajajaja
gonna take a shower, go for a walk and mail off some mix tapes.

friends and flip phones

i love my friends. no hard feelings.

i went to a superbowl (like how most of us do) party and drank water, got introduced to a bunch of new people, and got heat from some friends who thought my flip phone was vintage.

i find that my whole superbowl sunday was quite odd. my daily battle against myself and the damaging effects of technolige was recurring theme throughout the super day.

a day when girlfriends and housewifes, dude's and bro's come together to celebrate and non-religious holiday (if you will) of bad (but taste great) food, panther piss beers, onion dip (dambit jim...ask mat fryend that story) and betting.

so, again, i only drank water. i'm trying something new. my good buddy "straps", was at this shinner with his soon to be wife and we struck up a nice conversation about old times, new times, and of course...times to come. it seemed to me my flip phone was a reaccurring theme in a lot of the conversations that i was having with people. but, in those conversations there was a lot of complaining of lack of time these days to get things done and so on and so forth.

for the record...i love my friends and whatever tickles the pickle. but what most people forget to remember is that the 27Q network that sinks up your MYBOOK to yer tweeter to your BUDS (not the beer...bummer) and into your(to cheep to call it goldtoof)bluetooof, is all that shit takes up time. fuck 27Q. just have an email. get home and cheeck it. (but its linked to my business??? blahblahblah..) whatever... when will real life take back over? just a plain cell phone is a complete interuption. much less than all the other crap i just named off. mmmmmm....i can't even go on a date with a phone. get all baffled when the phone vibrates or rings and ruins the flow of, we'll...what ever is fucking happening. wow.

i like my flip phone, and if you like your 27Q network well, good on ya. but, i hate being interupted, especially with my friends. so i'll stick with the flip. and try to use it sparingly.

also, i know when i hang up, i'm hung up. let the shit talking begin Hahahaha.
cuz, when i get the pocket dial from 27Q...and the shitt talk is on the other end, it's full hahahaha from here on out.

smile biggerest!!!

if i threw a stick, would you leave?

dried out my skin on the tarmac for a friend and a couple bucks, melted some tires to make bubble gum, douched the sidewalls, and felt gusts under my arms that just may have caused some lift. i decided to keep the rubber on the ground and dream about running instead of flying. it's great to dream...and make'em.