my pop was over on his boat during that insane heat wave of last week so we decided a sail was in order and what better place than the cove outside mr. bonds house. called up some heads and for once my friends actually pulled through on a sunday morning. shit was hella sick. got there at the beginning of game and pulled up next to a few boats. brought some good ass grub to bbq and went for a few dips in the bay. hellofa sunday if i do say so myself.
this is pretty much the posse. chippy, rikki, freddy, mikey, jenny y yo. marty not pictured, yet.
mi fasha. steve martin eat your bitch ass pink panther 2 heart out. how i yearn for the snl to The Jerk years. getting sober in hollywood is career suicide.
there is the man.
prime real estate. could almost see the scoreboard but we had a computer to watch on. randy johnson almost through a no hitter. we win.
had some serious views of the hotness on the way back.
fred put on the tunes and took it to his happy place.
my favorite of the day. insanity and beauty all juxtopozed together.
the baby took the wheel of death and conquered. 
you know what, fuck you too buddy!
jen gettin contemplative.
all tuckered out. we swam quite a bit.
you said it man.
this has nothing to do with anything. just some real famous graffiti guy reppin the city.thanks for the ride dad, we all had a wonderful time. marty, score us some more of those sausages...
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