As a teen growing up in California in the 1980’s, it wasn’t easy being a werewolf.
I was a pretty lost kid.
No real friends.
No luck with the ladies.
Hairy as hell.
But things changed.
Things changed the day I discovered I had a serious talent.
That talent was urban surfing and damn I was goooood.
It ain’t safe.
It ain’t smart.
But for the first time in my young werewolf life I had a purpose.
So many moons have passed since those days and I gave up urban surfing years ago.
But the mini van’s parked in the driveway and the moon is fat and full.
Ah, what the hell.
Surf’s up dudes.
Stay funky friends,