What happens when you attach your leash while sitting on the edge of the Venice pier and don't happen to notice it getting wrapped around the railing before taking the plunge?
I don't know what's worse: the pain, the embarrassment, or the fact that this dude is wearing a hood in 70-degree SoCal weather. And not just paddling straight out.
A friend of mine brought back a half-pound of da kine from Oahu over the holidays. Seven teaspoons in the flat-bottom filter to four cups of water provides a nutty little cup with a slightly acidic finish. I've grabbed coffee souvenirs from most surf spots I've visited (Nica, El Sal, Mex) and I have to say that this is the best of the bunch. I give it two shakas and a peace-sign up.