Sole Svrfing

Our friend Cyrus Sutton sent us the invite to the Tom's Sole Surfing Art Show. DoucheMcgregor really wants to go because it is on Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach...which happens to be the street we lived on 2 or 3 years ago. The first places we used our fake IDs are on that street Rooster Fish (we didn't know it was a gay bar), The Brig, the liquor store across the street from Abbot's Habit, and the Wabi-Sabi Sushi Bar.

Many nights of mischief went down while we lived there. Burnt couches, parties, angry neighbors, broken windshields, barf...lots of barf, 3am surf seshs, Mortal Kombat, Seamen parties, watermelons injected with vodka...you get the gist.

So do yourself a favor go down to this event tonight. Check it out...Leave...beeline straight for one of the many bars on the street, and do what the ol' svrfandestroy boys used to do. Drink. Get Drunk. Barf...and end up surfing Venice breakwater at 3am. Wake up in your underwear and go to Beach Hut for a Loco Moco (white rice, hamburger patty, over-easy eggs, and gravy...lots of gravy.) Rinse. Repeat.