
This weekend was spent in the merry land of San Fran, on a spontaneous mission brought about by Johnny's intense yearning for a new
shirt. We had a radical tour guide in the form of
Chilen or if you're a Thrasher reader,
The Jesus. Young Rob came along and
ripped. Homies were
dropping in on us left and right, even
Bradford made an appearance. The trip was capped with an
epic visit to
Big Sur where some
shadowy figure loomed over us. It turned out to be
Austin, I mean
Austin.
Posted March 13th, 2007 by Stressing The Fun Parts