Pretty slow day here in Southern California. Jeff, Billy, and John went thrifting and came up on a couch for Jeff’s house. Boring I know. We didn’t do much better. Sean and I went down to the beach to swim in the Pacific and Farmer fell asleep on Oso and woke up to several minutes of sleep paralysis. Scary. Haffey picked Trudie up from the airport and we went to get margaritas and Super Mex. I spent the rest of the evening chugging coffee and doing all the back log updates and when I went to meet up at the Vroom it seemed like another fight was going to go down. People were wasted and misinterpreting playful banter from some girls making fun of rollerblading for hate. I love my friends passion, they will die for what they love and aren’t afraid to speak their minds about it. You would be hard pressed to find a more bad ass group of people then who I am rolling with. I played sober mediator and the conversation shifted over to music and I got out of there. After the bar closed we headed to the secret spot to chill on the grass and the drunkies bet John he couldn’t front flip off of the light on the billboard, he did, and my iphone sucks at filming at night. Moments later Jeff walked onto the light and distributed his weight wrong and it flipped around and Jeff managed to ninja his way out. Epic, then I came here to write this.

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