Venice Surf Report 07/17/08 An Interesting Morning

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Looking okay out there, I guess.

To be honest I am getting pretty tired of taking pictures of these fucking waves. Venice is an OK place to surf, and certainly has its mornings, but I get the strong feeling that not many people check this thing to see whether or not they are actually going to paddle out.

Of course, if I quit checking the waves I would have missed mornings like today. And I would have to change the name of the blog. And the URL. Oh, what the fuck, I'll keep doing it.

OK - the waves - about the same as you always get at Venice. Maybe waist high, a couple of bigger ones on the sets, blah blah blah - here's some pictures, you decide.







Not bad - but this was the exception and definitely not the rule.

Handful out on either side, still some parking, a gorgeous day on tap. Maybe we could forego the onshore winds today and give us afternoon surfers a break, eh?

Anyways, on to the important stuff.

As soon as I get out of my car this morning who do I see but Randy pushing his stuff down the middle of Washington Avenue.



"Hey, Randy, what's happening this morning?" I ask.

"Boy, you just missed it, man. These two bitch cops were just here telling us how they were going to lock us up and take away our shit and all because they read about the next HobOlympics. They's looking for you, man."

"Get the fuck out of here" I replied.

No, I'm serious, you just missed 'em. They told me I had three warrants out and they was gonna lock me up."

"Don't worry about it dude" his buddy chimes in "last time I got taken down I had 32 warrants and I was out in 24 hours."

"Yeah, I know, I just wish they would do it now instead of on Friday when I gotta spend all weeekend in there" Randy said.

"Were they really giving you shit about the HobOlympics?" I asked.

"Hell yeah. They're pissed."

Interesting. Well, needless to say that this puts a whole new face on things. A new location will need to be found where this year's festivities can take place, and one where the LAPD is not likely to show. I'll have to think about this one.

All the rest of the crew was there this morning as well.

Christian was up and about. Here he is from across the parking lot.



As you can see he has already had quite a morning. When I saw him he was on his "third fucking beer, goddamn it" and had had "an accident when I passed out last night. Or this morning. I forget which."

See if you can guess what it is.



Yes, Christian has once again pissed his pants, but seemed very nonchalant about the whole thing. I guess when you do it 5 times a week it just becomes old habit. Hell, he may not even remember what toilets are there for by this time.

But he was up and partying and in high spirits, indeed. Here he is giving the "Steel Reserve 211 6 am One Can Salute".





But he soon finished this beer and started rooting around for another.

But, as luck would have it, at the exact moment that he drops his empty beer in the trash can (the boyos do not litter) who should roll up but the LAPD.

Now Christian, with his military background, always tries to joke around with the cops and shoot the shit with them, and most of the boyos resent this, as they would rather the police just go away. But these two cops were pretty cool and just rolled up to see what was going on, both with big smiles on their faces. I guess they find the boyos as funny as we do.

Here is Christian cracking a few jokes with the two policemen, pissy pants and all.





Seeing as they were having such a good time, Randy even decided to get in on the act.

Here he is asking the cops if they have seen "a chicken about this big running around the beach" and if they do, "would they catch it for him."



Soon they were all gathered around the car, sharing a few yuks at the crack of dawn.







At this point the cop driving noticed me taking all these pictures and asked me "what are you doing down here?"

"I'm with Amnesty International" I replied. "What's your badge number?"

"Oh, never mind, just curious" he said.

So they motored on, ready to see what else the morning had to bring.

And, of course, here is Christian about .005 seconds after they get out of sight.



So, at this point I moved on, and on the way out I saw Leprechaun and Jingles hanging out.



Jingles appeared to have made some changes to his....ummm....face, so I asked if I could get a closeup, to which he willingly obliged.



Is that some fucked up shit or what?