Driving. Sometimes you just need to get away. Surf it off. Drive down the coast and let it all fall away. To the concrete highway somewhere on the 405. It's easy when Tame Impala's on, and I know the words. Kinda.
I'm in a place where nothing really matters really, except the essentials. Sex. Surf. And work. [stop, I'm shaking from the cigarette]
$140 to drive a pair of longboards down to San Diego. The way gas is now, half of that's going in my tank, but I'll take it. And I'll bring my own board too because there's swell in the water now, and I never get to surf Trestles anymore.
So rarely do I live in the moment nowadays.
Growing up sucks.
This is the day that I met Dave Chapelle. He gave me a cigarette and my heart raced, so I gave him a book and forgot to sign it. I wanted to tell him he was an inspiration.
