Showing posts with label NO SURF. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NO SURF. Show all posts

2.06.2009

EC

I was takin' a gander at Yo's blog, OC and I came across some new stuff from EC.

It looks like he has taken his bat-tail Frodo template, a personal favorite of my brother and I, and put a new tail on it. A sort of bat-tail diamond tail blend.

Last time a saw EC I was asking him about a diamond tail on this board, I guess this is his response...


















5.25.2008

Holed up in Santa GNARbra

Not much surf to speak of at all up here in dreary SB. A couple missions to Ventura have found some modestly pleasing slide sesh's. Up-note, only like 3 more weeks of school plus a few summer courses and my academic career will be over. For EVER. To kick start this year off at school in early October I got a lower lip tattoo with a few other assholes that i was drinking with. They all got sports teams. I even payed for my friend Daley to get "sharks" as in the san jose hockey team, because I've never seen someone show such genuine and heart felt devotion to a group of sweaty men. When they win, you'd swear he popped an ex pill, when they lose he drinks like a factory worker during the great depression. Since I can't remember the last time i even played a sport I opted to get "SHAKA" inked on me forever (not really since it's pretty much faded to say H triangle A) Anyways, if you've read this far into my rant (silly you) you might be curious as to how I might go about capping this year at a creatively depressing, uninspiring university. Well, I've completely made up my mind that I'm torching the grass shack at campus point. Why you may ask? Cause FUCK that place, thats why.