After one too many denim deals went wrong in LA I was forced into exile. I grew out my best latino mustache, took on the alias Enrique (my real name) and headed straight to LAX. My destination was the southern most tip of the Baja Peninsula. After a few days of posting up on some right handers and trying to blend in with the locals I ran across a couple of women from London in town on business...... Needless to say sun block rubdown, shrimp taco and luchero sessions ensued.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
St. Patrick's Day :: Encinitas, CA
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Yes! Surfers are Douche Bags!
Matters of business require my presence in the City of Angels. At some point I will sneak down to San Diego to share some burritos and waves with the homies. None the less I still hold a strong discontent for bro's and a sense of brotherhood with all us bro's that hate on bro's.
Which one of these two surfers do you think constantly talks about how siiiiick Kelly is... A or B?
A.
B.
Which one of these two surfers do you think constantly talks about how siiiiick Kelly is... A or B?
A.
B.
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