09/14/2007 OFF TO MARKET WE GO

Today for some reason i am up at 7am and on the back of Soren's Moto on the way to an outdoor bizarre to look for old-school Ghetto Blasters. O.K.

Arrive to the market and it's like a never ending garage sale only run by Moroccans.
1000's of areas of piled random junk as far as the eye can see.

Run into a Paul, friend of Sorens and the owner of a street wear shop here in Barcelona, smoking a spliff of hash and weed.
It's too early for this is my first thought, i take a hit and and then i know it is too early for this for sure. Things get weird in my brain and the Bizarre becomes very much so, Bizarre.

Soren, looking for Ghetto blasters.
Paul, looking for old taxidermy.
Me, looking confused while looking at Soren and Paul looking.

I start to feel like i need to find something also, to be part of the team, so i buy a pair of pants 2 sizes to small and 4 inches too short and couple of old letter-press stamps of a cow and a rabbit. No more hash before 8am.

The rest of the day is spent surfing.
Overhead waves with 20mph wind on a board from 89' borrowed from Soren.
Insane combo.
Get the shit kicked out of me ,severely, at first. In the end i hold my own, catch some waves, and pretty much have an amazing day all around.

I love Barcelona.