The Islands
Two bros have returned from the islands - it's the usual story. Sun, blue water, overhead surf, and of course - "not that crowded". I hate these guys. I'm not only stuck around the block (which I really shouldn't be complaining about), but even the guys going down to the beaches are stinging me - "really fun man, and not that crowded". This winter has been tough. Flat or stormy with the occasional window (not a picture window, but a real small bathroom window). Today, small as yesterday. Day before - the bullshit crew on the cliff asked if I went out. They were gloating like they had just smoked the kine', you know that grin - but shit, I looked and really didn't see anything but phat wind swell peaks just asking to boggggggg. I was dreaming of surf a week ago. But now, being so forgetful, I can't remember enough surf for a dream. Pictures, imitations of surf, will have to do. Some more words to use in the surfblog - epic, righteous, grom, boggin', gnarly, fat, rolling, mushy, session, barge, savage, wired, line up. Dude, seriously - the picture. Who's this mate with the kung fu pose? - nice wave.