Gilgo Beach 06/17/07

Going to Gilgo Beach is like walking around in a cartoon set at the beach that has a northern accent. The quotes you walk away with from a day at that beach are out of hand. For instance this guy ( wasted at 2 in the afternoon wearing a gold chain with a mustache and on a mid eighties decrepid shortboard) paddled up to Sophie extended his arms out into the air and said "there ain't nothin like this in the world". Well after a couple of summers of awe Jake decided to shoot some clips. The thing is that we all thought Jake was taking still photos the whole time, but as it turns out he was shooting some clips on his digi cam. So come Monday we were all surprised and eager to see his documentation of the day. Shitty waves with good friends, if thats not east coast I don't know what is.

Last Minute Trip Out West

A last minute trip out to California is what you get when you add up the following componets
- a new noserider shaped by Christenson that needs to be picked up
- a frequent flyer pass
- a south swell hitting Malibu
I spent Saturday and Sunday surfing First Point Malibu and Monday and Tuesday surfing Suck Outs at Cardiff Reef. While tearing through town I kicked it with a few homies only to get on the red eye Tuesday night heading straight into work Wednesday morning.

:: Brothers Russell ::

Brent Russell (left) and Brandon Russell (right) are two long time friends. Some would say these guy are the finest that cocoa beach has to offer others would call them unsung heroes. Both are true I guess. In my late teens I spent many of weekends on their families couch in Cocoa Beach and then later weeks at a time on Brandon's couch in Encinitas before making the move myself. Brent on the other hand was the little shit that spent weeks on my couch before making the move himself. Both have made a nice little world for themselves in San Diego. When in town I am always inclined to swing by their pad with some Tecates. A brotherly quarrel between the two is as sure as the sun setting in the west and always good for a laugh.


:: Michael Rubey ::

So this one time when I was seventeen my friend ran away from home and drove all the way from Pensacola, FL to Los Angeles, CA in a day and a half by himself. He then proceeded to call his parents and tell them that he was in LA and would not come back unless they flew me out there to drive back with him. The next afternoon I was on a flight out to LA. Since I was only 17 and Michael was only 16 we couldn't get a hotel room forcing us to spend the night in a parking lot in Newport Beach. The next day we drove into Tijuana and purchased beers as well as tequila shots for our first time. After crashing at a friends house just north of the boarder in San Diego we treked back to Pensacola in order make it back to school on Monday. True story with much omitted. I found it odd when Michael called me telling me he was in San Diego thinking I was in Brooklyn. As luck would have it Michael is touring North America on his dad's old Harley and we happened to be at the same place at the same time. So there you have it. If you ever want to hear the un-edited version just buy either one of us a beer and we'll tell you about that story and many others. Michael is one of those friends that we all need more of; a free spirit that is too smart for his own good and that you'll run into in the most random places.