The absurdity of a person to revolt against one of nature’s most absurd features: a wave that barrels into a tight tunnel moving at a pace of a car on the freeway. Doing so by riding a board through that tunnel. So enthralling a feat that those who take it on want to experience it over and over and over again like a bunch of Don Juans.
“Tito keeps burping and the smell is wafting over to my face, bruh.”


Dachshund Named Dado
Best friend status.

Heritage – just because.

A&J Seafood Shack – I love it. My kids love it.

Liv’s – best thing on 2nd.

Tacos Lionydas – best al pastor in town.

Chiang Rai – c’mon don’t ask just go.

Little Coyote – most controversial pick and keeping it.
Gusto Bread – I don’t want to hear it.

San & Wolves – on the weekly.

I logged into my Facebook account for the first time in two months today.
I got the fuck out quick as fuck.
I’m toying with the idea of
Re-downloading the instagram account
Just so I can get the love again
Because on twitter
I gets no love
But I’d rather not
When I think about it
At the end of the day
Because these would be cheap love
Love that I cannot hold
Love that I cannot kiss
Just some ethereal love
The love that happens
When two people think about
Each other at the exact same time
or at the very least
In the past 24 hours.
Jabbawockeez and Digable Planets
Just know that I spelled Jabbawockeez right on the first try having never spelled that word out ever in my life. I commend myself for having the wherewithal to trust my gut and listen to the parts of my soul that handles such things like emotion and ego and hip-hop circa 1993.