Today, while stopped at the intersection of Washington Blvd and Lincoln in Venice, CA, I was really excited to glance over and spot one of Venice Surf Report's legendary drunks. I wish I coulda bought him a tall cold beer, but I was in a hurry and on a time schedule. I'm not sure which one he is, but I remember the dirty green shirt, red face, and scruffy beard. It might be Christian. Matt used to buy these dudes beers and hang with them. He got to know them real well and told their depressing stories. At the same time he had fun with them. He had the Hobolympics and The Hobo 500. My opinion on these kinds of dudes changed big time all because of Matt's writing. I used to always hate these dirty smelly guys and think of them as garbage. But now I've come to be a little jealous of them. All they want to do is get wasted every day. So simple. No blown out surf to get bummed over. No chicks to pine after. No job to stress about. No car to take care of. No bills to pay. Just sweet heavenly booze. The nectar of the gods.