Dawn of the Leviathan

These pictures were taken just moments before the beast rose out of the sea to devour the Asian tourists. We were filled with compassion for the tourists as we rose to destroy the beast, who's name was Phillip. As he stormed furiously towards the beach, we all cried out with barbaric yelps as we leapt carelessly from the stone cliffs to meet Phillip on the glassy beach below.
As he approached, Jesse realized that he got far to caught up the emotion of it all and forgot his flip-flops at the top of the stones. Obviously, you can not fight beats with out flip-flops or the lack of any other kind of footwear for that matter! I personally prefer to roll in the black on black vans. It just suits my fancy. And occasionally I'll whip out the brown suede pumas, but only on a good day. The girls next to me also rock the flip-flops and on days when the tide is high, moccasins. As you can see, and I'm sure you've noticed before, we all have our shoe preference. It generally comes down the mood of the day for most. With the few exceptions of the beggars on the side of the street, who can typically only afford the one pair of shoes. Unless of coarse they are professional panhandlers, in which case they can afford many pairs of shoes! This kinda reminds me of this one time Mat, Jeff and I were walking around in San Francisco and we came across a bear in a tutu riding a unicycle. My memory's a little hazy, but I'm pretty sure it happened. Ask Jeff.
So yesterday, I was doing Chuck Tracks when Chuck walked in! Well, everything got super awkward super fast when he asked what I was doing. I was already nervous about being in his presence and frantically replied, "I'm listening to the beautiful sound of your voice Chuck." Then I snapped back into reality and Chuck was sitting at a table with a group of young men seeking wisdom in their dating life, or lack there of.

Here is another picture. Mat was there too.

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