Woke up good and early at Rose’s, only to walk in on he and his gal deep asleep, locked in the hairiest lover’s embrace imaginable. Gross.

Had a meeting of the minds with Dad, Rose and Maja. Lots of ground was covered caressing the finer points of George Bush hatred, vintage signage and general knick-knack-ery. Rose and Dad are friends forever. Much knowledge was passed on.

And of course, it’s hot as fuck here, and bright, and fast. People are driving like animals, in gigantic SUV’s. Yuck. Paradise, eh?

Lunch was had at Wahoo’s. Another success.

We had an official meet-n-greet at SNOWBOARDER magazine, getting Michaylira and Chief up to speed with everything. Fuckers.

Now we’re heading up to Irvine to meet Luis “Big Lou” Calderin for some chatter. Might even stop off at the Oso parkway to see the old pad. Maybe not. Just want to forget about my time here, more or less.

Bedlam down here, man, fucking bedlam.