Showing posts with label Eek-a-Jon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eek-a-Jon. Show all posts

Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Only Tommy I know.



This is the only Tommy I know. The Tommy right before the knees buckled and mind gave up. The stink thumb for buddies to smell, and whip fall off of San Miguel. I have seen teeth gritting harder than this, but only in baja.