bluring the lines

i guess its finally time to put something intelligent on this site of ours. so get ready for the yoke to drip down your face as i crack on egg of knowledge on your head.

most of us have gone through alot in this wet world of ours we have idolized kelly and hopped to the beach on a chippy thruster, and we have tried to crank off skatey turns on a fish. however while living in the shit that is better known as virginia beach we have all pretty much gravitated to the longboard. its funny to think that years ago i was bred to hate this at sometimes cumbersome wave hog, but thanks to a certain bearded wise man i met in my travesl my eyes were opened and my surf life changed. but what this article is really about is not the fact that i love loggin its about bluring the lines in the sand. why do you have to be a certain type of surfer? the wet boys are not that little indy kid in the corner hating on the football team, even though i do love my tight pants. that indy kid still wants to be a star whether he will admit it or not and he definately wants a piece of the head cheerleader. so basically that horrible metaphor was meant to say bring the right tool for the job. u know its the whole dont use a screw driver when you need a hammer but do try to screw when ur hammered(sorry). lets get surfin back to being a little hazy lets turn on the perverbial bar lights. whats core, whats a sell out? you have million dollar surfshops pushing abercrombie remakes and a lifestyle based on surf culture while mom and pops are shouting hypocritically about being core and selling you a 1000 dollar simmons that might or might not work just because it deferienciates them from the competition. its all about the money but it does thank god allow us the surfer to expand our minds alittle easier as long as you got the scratch. in the end the wet boys are shouting lets get back to that hot mess. that end of the year blowout party were the kid with the self cut hair and girls jeans can throwup in the bushes next to the man child in the lettermens jacket and smile. cuz we are all just looking for the same thing, a fix, something to calm the screaming in our heads, put a smile on our faces and justify that end of the day beer. so kiddys god save u, do and air, arch ur back, hang those heels, just do me a favor and dont look back out into the lineup after ur wave it makes u look like a tool..........

go forth and be moist