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I just started saying yes to things Great advice from Ozzie Wright

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“This year, I just started saying yes. Things I used to hide from or ignore I just started saying yes.” Ozzie Wright told us this as we drove by the Pass in Byron Bay, looking for the ever-elusive parking spot in the tiny lot. We’d surfed all morning, followed it with an afternoon paint and beer jam in his radical art room filled with surfboards, canvases, music, and paint before rolling around the skate park in the heavy heat and purchasing a carton of half strength beer at a drive thru bottle shop on our way to visiting Dion Agius where he’s breaking ground on some new land.

“I did a commercial for Dulux, the Australian paint brand this year. I just got finished surfing my brains out up the coast with Rasta and Ryan Callinan. I’ve just been saying yes. And it’s been sick. So if you wanna do a trip, let’s go! I’m in.” —Ozzie Wright

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This all follows chatter of taking a ridiculous crew to some ridiculous lefts in a beautiful country, but it was rad to hear it from a dude like Ozzie, at a time when he could easily hermit in his newly dialed Byron home, watched his section in Psychic Migrations on repeat and live on that for a while, he’s decided the opposite: to get right amongst it. And you should too. —Travis 

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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…

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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…

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