After a pretty good sleep on the ferry (thanks NyQuil!), we drove through streets filled with cows and goats and made it to our destination. We were greeted with light winds and fun ramps on the end section. Noa Deane arrived a day late, but did not waste anytime catching up to the other guys. He seems to be going bigger and bigger each time I see him. But this trip has been different. His pull ratio is getting close to Chippa’s. His height is up there with John John. And his grip is the same as Christian’s. Noa has been working on his alley oops and really only learned them on this trip. No doubt he’ll settle for nothing less than the most tweaked. —Nate Lawrence
Dear Youth The fun that leads to sleep paralysis
“Never trust a thought that didn’t come from walking.” That’s a quote by an old madman by the name of Friedrich Nietzsche. He’s an existential pioneer and had one hell of a dark passenger throughout his life. But the man sure did drop some wisdom while he was here. I bring this up as a bit…
Dear Youth A Treatise on Art and Coffee
Coffee is a drug. That’s masked by ubiquity and social acceptance but it’s just hot speed. Black hot wonderful speed. That thought lingered last Saturday morning as a nice young man in a waxed-cotton apron and mustache — and not a November mustache, but a real annual subscription to the thing — fixed my Guatemalan…