PRANKED! FAMOUS SANDBOARDER PLAYS EOS LIKE A FIDDLE

I spend my days on the riverbanks of surf history, hunkered down on my thin, aging shanks, panning through silt and stones. It is tedious but satisfying labor. Meditative almost. The job is not so important in the grand scale of things. I will not solve cold fusion by scanning photos of beaver-tailed surfers at Hermosa Pier from my collected volumes of Surf…