FLAT

August is always a test for the urban surfer. Its so flat we're going insane, frothing at the mouths, stealing from corner bodegas, cursing at little old ladies, Is there no end in sight? I guess time will tell & when Septembers comes a knocking things start to look a lil brighter but till then troops, get that chin up & quit your bitchin. Do some sit ups & push ups & go for a jog, cuz when its on, its on & I'll be there in full swing, cameras a blazin!

Cheers & Hnag in there yall,
Psycho