Friday, April 23, 2010

Sunday, April 18, 2010


Potato chips, ice cream, butter, bacon, corn flakes, pasta shells, hand rolls. All food can be waves, some just might be close outs.

Saturday, April 17, 2010


Three days in Hawaii, for work. But my boss has told me, "I hope you're having some fun?" Unfortunately, there was no time for a long surf session, not even a short one. Fortunately, there was no surf..It was flat...flat, flat. I had even made the drive to pick up my board, hoping that would create some bump, cuz if I hadn't, there would have been waves. No luck.
I get back to "The Spot", and it's shit...normal for this time of year. When you stall in the parking lot and talk story or just listen, the first one out is usually the guinea pig, but not this guy, dosen't matter what the conditions are, he kills it every time.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


Leaving tomorrow for Honolulu. Doing a little drop in visit of the previously mentioned group of people that have caused me a little tension over the last few days. Couldn't get out of bed this morning, not even to take pictures. Back is to sore from the plunging of big bore needles...Dr. thinks a spinal stimulator would do me good..
Was able to upgrade to First Class on the flight over, so with some luck, the plane will stay in the air the whole way over, I'll have my friend meet me with the board and I can catch a few wave in Town. Usually this is all blown to hell the minute I land, but I'm going to make a real effort this time. I'm getting sick of my coworkers having a perception of me going over to Hawaii on the company dime and not having moment of free time to enjoy it..But, I wouldn't lie. Check out the OCEAN PARK SWAG.

Thursday, April 1, 2010


A real shit week..or two for that matter. I've had to actually work at my job, raising my voice, to people that could actually fire me. Explaining how I think that the reasons plainly spelled out for them could keep them out of jail. Then, there was the phone call from a friend in Hawaii, telling me that a mutual friend's son had passed away. Let's just say his name was
"Mele- Kaliki-Maka-Kekia." It got me really bummed out, was pretty friendly with him, felt bad about a father losing his son, since I'm a father too. Then, around 5:00pm, I got a call from the friend who called me earlier to report the other friend's son's death, telling me, " Hey Jonas, it wasn't "Mele-Kaliki-Maka-Kekia" after all, but another person named, "Mele-Kaliki-Maka-Kekia." I said to my friend of the friend's father whose son I thought had died, " Thats gotta be a first in Hawaii, two people named the exact same thing, same spelling, from the same place in Kailua?" So anyway, my friend's son didn't die...but he's still got a problem with meth, so maybe he'll see this as a wakeup call.
My stepmother wants me to come over to her house for Easter, but I don't like her anymore.
Had Facet injections in my back today, probably from taking to many OCEAN PARK closeout tubes and eating sand.
Ocean Park- summer 2000