2 november 2011

Kellys words on AI

"I’ve been asked for many opinions and interviews about Andy Irons and the situations and decisions that lead to his early departure from our world. It’s not something I take lightly. I have my own opinions about not only Andy’s choices and how he ultimately got to the place he did, but also about the way these things are handled from all sides of the story. But what is right? And whose opinions actually matter other than those of his family and closest friends about who they knew and how they feel inside? What is it that each of us hopes to take away from the Andy Irons story? And what is it that we want to give to the story of his life?

I dealt, in a strange way, with the death of my own father through Andy. Even though he was 6 years younger, he reminded me of an older brother and for that reason alone we had a heated relationship. We wanted the same thing and knew the other was in the way.

My father passed away in April 2002, and I made shirts with his picture on it. Andy and I weren’t close then so he had no idea, and for the next few months I stumbled around like a zombie tripping out that I would never again see my dad. Andy had just started his roll that year by winning a couple of events and taking the lead on Tour, and I had just gotten back on Tour but found myself not really caring about winning anything except maybe a war of words or a fight with somebody. Andy was just the guy.

I’ll share a story, but for the sake of brevity, I’ll just say this: We got really drunk on a Tavarua trip. We got into a shouting match. I said something about him thinking he’s the man for winning a couple of contests. He screamed and laughed at me, “You’re going baaaalllldddd, hahahaha.” I told him he’d know how I felt when his father passed away, and he started kicking me in the face. (I had earlier punched him in the face in a crazy 10-man wrestling match in a taxi). Then Shane Dorian tackled him and pulled him off me telling him my father had just died a few weeks ago. Andy started crying hysterically and hugging and apologizing to me for the next half hour before he went to bed and then apologized again the next day. In some weird way I think I just wanted him to know that I was hurting because he had a way of just sorta being tough even though he was one of the most sensitive guys in the world. There was just this strange and awkward dynamic between us. Months later, he won his first title and all I could think to do was give him one of the shirts that I had made with a picture of my dad on it and congratulate him. He gave me a hug and thanked me and felt really awkward that I gave him a shirt with a picture of my dad on it. On one level he knew what it was about, and on another level he wasn’t gonna let me put a chink in his armor and wear that damned thing. For all I know, he either burned it or hid it. I’ve often wondered.

The following years have been pretty well documented in our history. Not always correct or spot on, but at other times pretty accurate. The press maybe said some things that we might have thought but never verbalized. I loved and hated the guy, but I probably only hated him because I admired and envied what he was capable of.

A year and a half before he died, at the first event of the year, he told me he was making a documentary about the changes and lessons in his life, and he wanted to help any kids that had ever looked up to him and struggled in their lives, because he now knew what was possible. He was so clear and happy and confident and positive. We stood off away from everyone else and had our first and only real one-on-one, heart-to-heart talk. I actually welled up with tears for how proud I was of him and how insanely unbelievable it was to have Andy look me in the eye and talk straight to me. He told me he had always looked up to me and asked me if I’d work with him on this documentary. He told me he couldn’t believe how amazing life was and discussed with me his fears, his goals, his struggles and his family. It was the true epiphany in Andy’s life: the moment he was open to clean out and shift all the things holding him back from his actual potential as a human being. And that’s the exciting thing: he had so much more ability and knowledge on so many levels. I won heats against Andy at that particular event and the following one at Bells. The only reason I’m sharing that is because both times he smiled and said good job and although he was pissed off at losing, I could see that he was enjoying the process of learning how to accept things, even the things he really hated, like losing…and to me!

The last time I saw Andy was in Portugal a year ago. I was just about to clinch the title, and he saw me at the event and gave me a hug and told me he was really proud of me and that he hoped I would win the title in Puerto Rico and that he was “psyched” for me. I was thinking “Man, if I had only beaten you in Tahiti, this thing would probably be done,” and I sorta mentioned that to him, and we laughed. He gave me a big hug and high five, and I never saw him again.

Two weeks later in Puerto Rico, some people were saying he was sick, and some people said he was partying. Some people said he never left his hotel room. Martin Potter and I were really concerned when he missed his first heat. I just remember them calling his name and his three-man heat surfing without him, and I felt really weird about it. We agreed that we needed to go see him at his hotel and see if he was alright, because there’s no way that he would fly all that way just to miss a heat. Then we were told that a doctor had seen him, and he was sick and resting. I was uneasy about him going missing, but at least it was an update.

When he missed his next heat, and I heard that he had left, I was really worried. I got a call from a friend who was with him in Miami the night before and he asked me why Andy wasn’t staying in Puerto Rico and he told me Andy had caught a flight home thru Dallas. I called Andy’s phone and got no answer. I sent him a couple of texts and got no reply. That was within 30 minutes of when he was found in the hotel in Dallas. About two or three hours later I got the news that he had died. I sat on the beach with a homeless dog and started getting calls from people.

The story of Andy Irons may likely never feel good to us whether you were his friend and you miss him or you have a strong judgment about his shortcomings and it made you angry. No matter what, it doesn’t make sense for someone so gifted and in touch on so many levels to die alone in an airport hotel room nowhere close to anything that mattered to him. But remembering someone can sometimes be about the toughest thing you ever had with them and feeling like your life is better for having experienced that with them. And if that can make you laugh or smile, you’re honoring their life and their legacy, I believe.

I have questioned whether anything in our relationship and battles had any impact on the course of his life or whether I could have made a difference somehow. Maybe that’s just my own form of denial, but one thing is clear, I still can’t believe that Andy is gone. Hell, I still can’t believe that Todd Chesser is gone and Donnie Solomon and Malik Joyeux and a whole bunch of other good friends are gone. An anniversary is best used for remembering the good things and letting it all sink in more so that the sadness fades away and the good memories remain. And if we learn anything from that, let it be that the positive impact of Andy and all our other friends who are gone bring us closer to the ones and the things that we love right here, right now.

I’ll leave you with one last thought of Andy. The other day I was with a friend who had given Andy some rims for his car. In his office, my friend had a signed board from Andy. The autograph was signed, “Picture me Rollin’!” And so I will, buddy.

With love and respect,


Mashup of the surfing champions

Ever since I can remember, my favorite surfers have been Kelly Slater and Mick Fanning. With the latter being my most favorite. Despite this I still have the utmost respect for every single tour surfer out there from the legends to the new comers.

Ever since Kelly Slater started winning world titles from the age of 18 he was pretty much left unchallenged out in the water. Pretty much no one could match up to his skill, prowess and just plain sick surfing, that was until the Hawaiian born Andy Irons began competing on the World Tour.

The mans biggest feat was winning the World Title from Slater for three consecutive years, them being 2002, 2003 and 2004 respectively. Andy Irons was such a great surfer that the governer of Hawaii declared February 13th forever, "Andy Irons Day".

Sadly, Andy Irons passed away one year ago on November the 2nd, in a hotel room. He was found dead on his back with the sheets pulled right up to his chin. In the beggining it was claimed that Dengue Fever had claimed his life, but later autopsys show he had several drugs in his system at the time, including methamphetamine and metabolite of cocaine. Despite this, I doubt that would have killed the man. Hmmm..

With that being said, Andy, you were never in my top list of 5 favorite surfers, but you were most definately one of the top 5 in the world, and you had the results to prove it. May you rest in peace A.I.

Here's a link to a short film with A.I and some of his amazing surfing skills - http://vimeo.com/31417794

With that being said I would like to send a quick shout to to KELLY FUCKING SLATER! you did it, 11 times world champ CONGRATULATIONS DUDE!


1 november 2011


Day 6 (lol) - My Definition of Love

Right so, as the topic says.. Love.

Such a hard subject. Such a sensitive subject. Such a broad subject. Love differs from person to person, some seeing it much like the way it is portrayed in movies with all the white wedding dresses and the honeymoon and the constantly being at each others side etc etc. Others, preffer to live life slightly less "normal" and have internet relationships, long distance relationships or even other internet personas where they "cyber date" and other stuff hmmm, lol.

This post won't be too long, as I only have one thing to say about love.

If it doesn't feel right, then don't say it.

One thing I have always told myself, is that people are entitled to their own version of love. There are some that choose to love, there are some who choose to be loved. Others who choose to fall in love continuously, changing partners left right and center and there are others who are in love with being in love.

There are so many applicable scenarios when it comes to love, and each one is its very own unique situation which is almost always far more complicated than meets the eye. What I wrote before in bold and italics is pretty much my motto when it comes to the subject. I hate, no, dislike, people who loosely and casually throw around such a strong word which can change peoples entire day - for better or worse.

So, a much shorter post on todays topic but I believe I need not say no more! Take heed in what I have written fellow readers, I personally believe it is the only applicable "rule of love"

Thank you and goodnight internet!


Shark Pool!

Hahaha yo INTERNET!

I was randomly sitting on Skype the other day when a friend linked the_most_epic_lol move ever. This movie just looks fucking fan-tastic! Strangely enough not even I, myself, know whether I am being sarcastic or not. I can't tell if its a parody or a rally bad B rate comedy lol. Maybe you guys can help?

So these college guys are heading to a pool party filled with hot girls, booze, awesome weather and the best part, a POOL! Then some how.. from no where, a shark appears. Dununununununu! Or however you write out the theme song to Jaws lol.

Here is the clip, be sure to grab it off your local torrent site when its released, I know i'll be checking PirateBay regularly!