bob_dobalina

i think i pulled my butt yesterday.

ditched work early yesterday afternoon and headed to malibu (zuma, not surfrider) to ride a few waves. the breaks weren't terribly big, varying from waist to chest high, but they were pretty strong and rode very fast. it was a backdoor break so as i was cutting back to get a longer ride i think i got too high up in the curl and ended up paying the price. somewhere in my wipe out my leg got bent around funny and this morning i mos def felt an ache in my right butt cheek.

one thing that really surprised me yesterday was how fuckin cold the water in malibu was. it didn't take more than 10 minutes for my teeth to start chattering. it was very strange.. surfing malibu in the end of july and you need a wetsuit? there was only one other surfer out there (and he had a wet suit) and i asked him what the dilly was. it turned out that the cold water wasn't exactly a freak occurrance. according to said dude, the water in the 'bu is warmest during early september.

post-surfing i had to stop by my friend christine's pad before heading to my fav mexican restaurant in my hood. as i was finishing eating my quesadilla, two carne asada tacos, huevos rancheros, rice & beans, flan, and horchata (i was mad hungry) i heard the familiar thump-thump of the ghetto bird and then sirens and the screeching of tires. some cholo --as evidenced by the bald head and the black on white cortez kicks-- had jacked someone's ride and decided to bail right in front of the parking lot of the restaurant i was eating.

i was watching this all develop from my seat by the window. seeing as its nearly on the hollywood walk of fame, it didn't take very long for a crowd to congregate and see what the fuss was all about. with all of the police cruisers pretty much shutting the street off, i was kind of blocked in the restaurant parking lot. now that i had taken care of my hunger, i was ready to get out of my still damp board shorts and step into the shower to wash out all the sand stuck behind my huevos.

i ask one of the police officers if it'd be alright if i pull out of the parking lot to leave and he says 'ok.' i'm turning to go to my car and reaching in my jacket pocket to pull out my car keys when out tumbles my pipe and half-burnt bowl. somehow the glass didn't break but it was quite audible, enough so that at least three of the cops that were standing around turned to look at me. bending over, i made like it was my keys that dropped and left with all due haste, only pausing to smile and wave at the cops.