Surfing, Skateboarding, Music, Photography, Travel, Culture and general antics of the youth on the run.
Surfing is a sport now (apparently). The teams are gone. Empty wrappers of Clif Bars and Waiola Coconut Water are all that remain in the beachfront mansions. North Shore residents have their waves back. Pipeline will finally get good.
Now we’re back at the HQ in CA. We’ve traded boardshorts for wetsuits and shaka’s for high fives. We’ve cleared out the hard drives to make space for our projects next year. But first, here’s one last post from our post up in Hawaii. Aloha.
“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…
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…
NXT 
