I HAD A TWO FOR ONE COUPON FOR STEWED PRUNE YAMI YOGURT at Trader Vic's
at the Ocean View Memorial Center on Los Mares Dr. Inside, I saw this mournful soul traipsing around, looking for a nutritional "Power Bar". Why so gloomy. You look as though you lost your best friend. Just about, he said, I work my butt off all week,
get paid, come in here to cash my pay envelope, and head for 'Nofre. Why, I asked. He said I don't know. There's never no waves there. All I do now is show up and help my Bros zip up their full wetsuit. I wish it were summer. And so it went. Where you live now? I asked. Ranch Talega, he said. I remember several years back at Malibu, this hairdresser guy from the Canyon comes over and sys, Hey, Tube, could you zip me up so I go do my surf. I couldn't believe it, this hairdresser asks me to zip him up. I says, go ask Munoz, he'll help you "zip up". Right then and there I realized the real world of surfing was over. But, If I had to do it over at the top of my wish list would be black rubber paddling gloves and NIKE Aqua socks. There was nothing more treacherous and unforgiving than Malibu rocks, especially Moby Dick.
TUBESTEAK/OLD.SCHOOL