And you can't tell me what the proper channels are, because that's classified information?

Ah yes, the joy and the pain of being around other people: yesterday ex-pro surfer Brad Gerlach surfed crappy waves at El Porto right next to me. He rips. He inspired me to rip. Joy. A seven year old and a ten year old tried my patience all day by asking me annoying questions and fighting over kid-crap. Pain. What a strange day. Went to a high school play of Moliere's "The Learned Ladies" and it was really good and made me believe in the power of art in kid's lives. Joy.

Today is off to a good start but still keeping in the joy/pain dichotomy: longboards at dawn with every kook and old fart in the southland. The waves were fun and the sun was shining and the water was nice and cold. Perfect for longboarding except for the numerous menaces who shouldn't have been anywhere near anyone else and the old bastards who paddled for every wave but never caught any. Joy and pain so closely intertwined it was actually invigorating. I got several really good set waves and some smaller goof-ball waves and had fun. Call it a day and now I get to go to a afternoon party and then off to a free show to shoot photos. Art fags away! I think I'll buy a new pair of skate shoes, too. That might be the thing I need to get me back on my board pushing around like an old fat fuck. Good times.

This time Monday and I'm sitting in the woods trying to pop a turkey. I'm sure Buddha will provide.

Peace out, bitches!