
About two miles away from our destination, I got a flat tire!?

I tried to ignore all these shitty things happening to me before noon and I took out Andrew's longboard for a ride.

After spending some time in the choppy sea and on the windy beach we came back and played Guitar Hero 80's edition,

and ordered the biggest pizza you have ever seen! Seriously, this thing was HUGE, we had to bring it in the back door because it wouldn't fit through the front.

My bad luck day wasn't over yet though. Just before getting to enjoy a tasty slice of 28" pizza I stepped on this rusty nail,

left hiding in the grass of Andrew's recent house reconstruction. It must have been 30 years old! Man, let's just go crusin' some more! Damn this day! "Don't worry Brendan, things happen in threes," I heard someone say.




Then we went back to the beach around shark feeding time to check the waves with Cronin and take some mock Beach portraits (complete with Wu-Tang shirt).









































