Occasional Holy Man and Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts About Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, and Interesting People. Thalassophile. Nemesis of all Celebrities [except for Chuck Norris].
He Lives Vicariously Through Himself. He has a Piece of Paper That Proves He's Laird of Glencoe.
It's 2 A.M. in Los Angeles, you've just surfed some "evening glass" [night waves], burned about 900 calories, are still on East Coast time, and hungry. There's really only one place to go. Well, until now.
