I moved into my new house on New Year’s Day last year. I’ve been in a state of perpetual moving, with about 75% of my boxes unpacked almost a year later. I’ve been digging into some of them lately, and found this great letter from my short
run as a rep for Salomon Snowboards. After telling a shitty ski shop they were too shitty to carry the new line (which actually was good at one time) they sent this letter to my boss, Bryan. This asshole (the owner’s son, not Bryan) wasn’t even smart enough not to use his skier stationary left-over from the 60’s, and could never possibly comprehend how much his shop sucked. Between idiots like this and Perry at Slackers, that was reason enough to stop repping…

 

I grew up with Dave. He loved blowing things up, shooting guns, jumping out of planes, and anything else that could somehow get you in trouble. When he decided to leave school and join the Navy for the sole purpose of becoming a SEAL, I was less than encouraging based his odds of accomplishing that goal. We were competitive and he proved me wrong, for which I couldn’t have been happier. He achieved his life dream and constantly reminded me that he couldn’t believe he was getting paid to blow things up. After serving as a SEAL for 9 years, he was killed in a base-jumping accident three years ago today. He was one of my closest friends, and the three years that have gone by have done nothing to change how shitty this day is every year.

 

Holy shit do I suck at keeping various web sites up to date. I’m am making it a mission of sorts to get the huge pile of photos I have set aside up here once and for all.

Life has a way of getting nuts, and as a western friend of mine used to say, I have too many pokes in the fire right now.