R.I.P. Andy Irons

I'm not feeling too right to bring this onto the blog, I mean, I don't know it's not like I ever knew Andy Irons, but I have found myself to be really bummed about his passing. It seems like every one who rides waves feels the same way. The world can be so tragic sometimes, it's hard to learn that aspect of life, it's hard to come to terms with it.

I have to admit I have always secretly been a big fan of A.I.'s-- his style was so unique looking to me, I was instantly addicted to it when I first saw it in the 5'5 19' 1/4 movie. Especially the Waimea shore-break part. From then on out I always kind of quietly observed and became inspired by the genius of his surfing, it's spontaneousness, it's punk rock look, and it's Hawaiian bravado. I'm sad I never got to meet him, or surf with him. I'm sad for his friends. I'm sad for his family.

I'm going surfing tomorrow.