Sunny Coast Oop by Kai Hing.
Kai Hing’s Sunny Coast Oop by Woody Gooch.
It’s been a while since I sat in a hollow little drainer like this.
It’s bitter sweet seeing pictures of a mate scoring in indo.
I’m back home working my ass off, and surf-checking what may as well be an over-crowded lake every morning.
I’m stoked for you Connor, but I also hope you hit the reef on the end section.
Padang Padang, a few days ago.
I purchased this curvy, sexy lady, a couple of days ago.
Epiphone ES335 Dot Cherry <3
Any… day… now…
C’mon Mr Courier Man, hurry up!!
Ridiculously, I feel immense pressure for my first post to be something important or moving. But how do I know anyone still uses this thing? Or probably more to the point, how do I know anyone gives a shit?
So much has been going on in my life, that I guess it’ll come to me.
This reminds me of a great quote, which I sometimes use to make myself feel ok about being not-so-prolific sometimes.
“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.” ― Thomas Mann, Essays of Three Decades
Well, that was rather pointless, but at least I got it out of the way.
I haven’t heard an update since 18seconds posted this yesterday, but I’m sending positive thoughts aplenty.
I love this pic of us. I’m calling it us, but you can barely see my feet, those stylin’ kicks belong to Andy. It was taken by a very talented local (Sunshine Coast) photographer named Aaron Shum. I like they way this could totally be some grimey, indie-club gig. But it’s a wedding. In a ridiculous venue called Maleny Manor. And it’s just little old us. Jake & Andy.