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Dear Youth Can you hear me? Where has my zen gone?

Karate Zen Dear Youth What Youth Filming Kai Neville
06.10.14

Time’s spinning by at a wild pace. I need to reflect on what went down over the last…the last month. West oz road tripping, a boat trip, Maccas camp post up, back to back.

I think we may need to just chill. I love the hustle, but…

Don’t get me wrong, this shit is sick. I wouldn’t have it any other way…sometimes when you don’t pause for a minute you pop.

I loved the boat trip, a nice moment away from the glowing screen. More on that later.

Maccas was a climactic point, Coleborn jetted to Fiji after day 1 (WCT ya’ll) we were left with the big dawg Craig Ando…Then on the best day of waves Ando was bed ridden, a 24 hour double-ended nightmare. I fractured my foot trying to pig dog that day too. Kook. Moko, chief lensman (Blake Myers) got staph and a giant boil on his back.. eek. I think it evolved from a spider bite. We’re here in the jungle.

But this is all fucking awesome, shit’s good. Vibes are high and this is just some notes from the road if you’re interested. When you roll out doors…

Looking back on a month the clips are coming in. If it was easy it would be boring, expected.

Not just another air reverse. This shit’s hard.

The colors and kids keep me jamming.

Shit is looking tight.

A few days to reset and clusterfuck here we come. Our inspiration right now is Frank Dux. Like put up your dukes. Prepare the platform for the final battle.

Thanks for tuning in. Going to sleep now. The battle awaits. —Kai 

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