le damagggggggge

yeah - solarrrrezzz. full on life saver when you're a ten hours motor from the nearest third world fishing dock, but when you get back to brooklyn (surf capital of the n. hemisphere) nothing spells f-u-n like a ding repair seshie on your fire escape. this particular pest was the result of a kick-off / heel stomp through the deck of my board (that i'm still not hearing the end of). to add insult to injury ewwww pun, i was laid up for a day and a half on the s.s. marcus due to a rolled f&#@$ ankle... there is only so much moleskining / chess / bintang that one can rip through before he loses his mind ///

enter duct tape :) luckily there were some skilled aussie footie players on board to remedy the injury. thunderdome splint job and ankle roll no mo. right on lombo !

below, the workshop //