But not so fast. Right before we paddled out a text was received from 9,000 miles away. It was The Manchild:
'Yo, the waves are good in your home town, you should go. I surfed six foot Kirra tonight, got a bomb from behind the rock and some kunst dropped in on me the entire wave, destroying the barrel. Then I got washed in. Gimme Dirty Jerz anyday.'
A remedy of 'un-naturally likeable' guitar
3 comments:
Love that song. Long live the feast coast when it's not famine.
and the paddle battle rages on.
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