~ Flea on bass.. when I went to Costa Rica to my hidey hole on the Nicoya Peninsula.. Sana Teresa..w/who became my fiance Christy. _/\_ Flea was just 200 yds away from our campsite. we could here him practicing as it echoed thru the beachside rainforest. I thought to myself Vacation Flea? true devotion.. one morning he was walking to check the surf..I happened to be strumming my guitar ..wattching the surf build..Christy fast asleep {mucho cervezas anoche) but I called him over and we sat..I talked w/him about the madness @ woodstock 99 just 4 yrs b4. he was an average Joe Ya know? and thick Aura about him.. I asked him to go kiss my lady awake (who had a crush on him since high school) he said no man ..we laffed.. so I grabbed her guitar and asked him to sign it.. he drew a flea and wrote his name on it...so kewl. about an hour later as I was in the line up .. I saw him paddle out just a few feet away from meh.. he took a wave and was paddling back out .. as a monster set rolled in and nobody was prepared.. but meh. I paddled my ass off to catch the peak wave.. I spun around like a top and barely made the drop.. like dropping into a half pipe straight down.. my legs could barely handle the thought of actually bottom turning.. but as I stuck the turn.. who was right in front of me WHOOTIN/HOLLIN like surfers do to stoke each other?? Mr. Flea...w/a big fat smile and big ol eyes that told meh.. I just turned him on for a change . no lie folks. ;) jh~
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 21:10:14 +0000
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