Hunger Artists

Our visit home is coming to an end. The departure date is still up for debate, but we all have to be back by Saturday and we are expected to stop by our Grandmother's in Virginia on the way up. We are banking on getting some waves on Tuesday and Wednesday, so Wednesday night is looking like the time to leave.

It has been a good trip. As much as Pete, Jack and I will complain about the terrifying reality we were faced with, coming in contact with people from our not-so-distant past, we have gotten a lot out of this trip. Winston and Cavin hung out with us and it is always a good time when the five of us are together. I have known Winston since I was 7 or 8. He is a great dude and well on his way to being Lemon's veterinarian. Cavin has been working on video stuff here, mainly stuff for his younger brother, Tayler "Termite". His work is really fucking good. He has a vimeo profile that I don't know how to link to, but check it out: Cavin Brothers or color blind media.

Winston just called from the road. He's heading back to Auburn. We agreed that hanging out the last week or so has been the best winter brek we can remember. He swears he is coming up to The City to visit. God help his parent's if Winston gets the idea to move up there.

Here is a quick wrap-up of our break:

1. Christmas was rad.
2. Elle came and met the fam, went swimming, and flew back to NY. I will not elaborate as it will only make me lonelier.
3. New Years eve we got wasted and broke most of downtown Sarasota's lawn decorations.
4. Skated every park within 50 miles, with the exception of the Sarasota park. Winston thought he broke all of the bones in his body at some point.
5. Got drunk at the Old Venice Pub and felt warm, knowing we could leave and never have to come back to this place.
6. Got stoned and laughed well into the night on several evenings. My Dad said he had never been happier than lying in bed listening to us giggling in the backroom, playing guitar and singing, making fun of each other and playing with the pup.
7. Sat with Kayla and talked with my Grandparents for hours.
8. Went to a hardcore show in Venice, felt old, talked with Boomhower about feeling old, saw Seth Levan--my old roommate I haven't seen in at least 3 years--and felt older, saw my sister's generation and understood why she feels such solitude and loneliness here. Paul and Zach's band Aim at The Kid played and impressed the shit out of me. They publish a small zine in Orlando, rock out, and generally make me feel that everything that comes out of Venice is not necessarily terrible, sometimes it is very good.

We are all hoping for surf now. Today Pete and I are skating again, trying to get it out of our systems as we know how very cold it will be when we get back and neither of us are very good at ice skating.

It is sunny and warm. Today will be a good day.

Peace.