Weekender

Rolled down to vero saturday.


Dudeman at chic-fil-a had the ill kit.


Tysons favorite song.


Backseat boredom.


This van is driven by a man, even creepier than the ice cream man.


Truckstoppin it.


<3


Only at a truckstop.


Mike decided to tame the beast.


Hydration vs. Intoxication.


Goooultz and tyson.


Amazing.


Double amazing.


Barsins packin heat.


Necessities except for the cigs.


SNOOP.


Tyson building some shotty runway.


Set it and forget it.


Barsin made a new friend.


Mike had other things on his mind.


These guys.


So hard.


Rocketship.


Savin gas.


Ricky with the zinger.


Sunday consisted of three things:

Lurkin in the apartment.


Capturing Footy.


And lurking by the pool.


Clive was too busy getting 3rd at PHXAM congrats pussy.

$PR1NG BR3@K

Started my week by closing the shop I worked at. Unemployed fuck yeah.


Before.


After.


Shop in a box.


Goodbye job.


This spot blows.


Bridge Spot.


Shit Spot.


iPhone artsyness.


I spy scott.


Bangers.


Smolik was here?


Clive got tough and focused his board.


And zumiez is the only place to get grip in Merritt Island now. Fuckery.


Scott got down on some tony hawk shit.


Got down hard.


Then he got barrelled shore break style.


Cliveasaurasrex.


After blowin clips clive likes to gamble.


"I gotta get my money back"


High class prizes.


Insurance sesh.


Brothers.


Goin up or down?


Disappointment.


Barsin was hyped.


Wasnt so hyped the next morning.