Apr 14, 2011
My old mate, Macauley. Used to carry him on my shoulders when he was a little grom, now he likes to ride all my surfboards & borrow my wetsuits, and he leaves junk all through my car: shoes, skateboards, bowls of cereal, boardshorts. He is a living tribute to the wildly generous goodness of his parents, who are my dearest friends, too. Love ya Macca.