And whoosh that’s us and Rainbow Bridge big wave riding the broad shoulders of a hell-bent body of wretched water that wipes entire prayer bent townships from the grubby-fingered imaginary pirate maps of dribbling childhood and it feels like coming home. Now all the realest girls are hanging ten out of cars on the shore and we’re smelling bad and looking fly, babewading in the shallows. It is Summer time and there is nothing to do.

Rainbow Bridge – Big Wave Riders