it's been a long and slow winter for waves at home in new jersey. it's been a long and slow fucking winter in general. a few years back things were a lot different. the not so clandestine goldmine that sit out front birthed perfect surf day in and day out. we drank hard through the nights and woke up to cold moist wetsuits and fucked up hangovers. maybe i'm a bit delusional, the surf probably sucked, but we were all out front the infamous thirty-two b apartment. five pounds of rubber, and ten pounds of story. dumpy hogs, detroits, costumed queens, shopping carts, broken hearts, red things, popo-v, lacey thongs and gravity bongs. ruthless hook-ups and don-chair pass-outs. they were the most whirlwind of times, if only somebody would've told me. it's been four years now. big winter swells come and rear their ugly, brown, fat faces in the same spot but it sits vacant now. time has its strange way of changing everything. i was way ahead of the times and yet so far behind. thousands of miles separates some of the original fiends. snowy lands, produce stands and booking live bands...whatever the dirty beast may be, i won't soon forget this hair gel infested land i call home & how it produced such a long line of risk takers and love makers. god speed.
with love
the freedom fiends
