How the Gods Kill

Found some waist high slop to mess around with yesterday afternoon, not far from the Polynesian Tiki God you see below. A very unmemorable session, other than towards the end, a crazy lightning storm started up miles out to sea. I was pretty much just sitting on my board watching cracks of lightning go off in the deeper part of the Atlantic all the while it was fairly clear closer to shore. The only thing better than that was the guy I saw walking down Asbury Avenue, shopping with his wife and wearing a long sleeve Rip Curl rash guard.