Tragedy/Fucked up

Yesterday was a great day. I woke up really early, went surfing, and found a friend of mine that i haven't seen since i was like 15 there. Looking back it was actually probably weird that we both recognized each other, because the last time we saw each other we looked really really different, but whatever, it was nice to have someone to sit in the water with because the waves were getting sloppy.

After that I headed home and took like a 20 minute nap. Pat and Kyla called me to go to ihop around like 11:45 I'm guessing, but it somehow took me forever to get there. I brought him this backpack that he really liked of mine, which he seemed really happy about it. I started heading towards the beach with them to go visit his brother or something, but Matt called me and told me he was at my house and we had to leave to head to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn was weird, there was like a 12 block street fair going on. We walked through the fair for a little, The air was polluted with the smell of confectioners sugar and marinara sauce mixed. When we got to the park that Fucked Up was playing, there were hipsters everywhere. I am super jelly of anyone who resides in Brooklyn, its so young and carefree out there. Fucked Up played a few songs, they were cool. Most memorable songs were Crusades and David comes to life, because some guy picked me up by my ankles and i was just basically standing on a pile of hands. It was wild, i hope that revolver or spin uses one of the 200+ photographers that were taking pictures. How crazy would that be?

We walked around some more, went to fiaccos, went to a record store where I bought a dope tribe record, did some other bullshit with some boring details, and then finally went to go see tragedy. Blacklisted and tragedy both played amazing sets. I kinda started writing this entry like 2 days ago and then my a.d.d. kicked in and now i have no idea where i was going with this.

The brakes on my car failed yesterday, and i rear ended this Asian lady. I am fine, but I wish she wasn't. At least my bike is in perfect condition, right?