Isn’t this a Rad photo? I’m so sick of everyone calling everything AWESOME. Sick. Sick. Sick.

I’ve been through superlative words and phrases for too many years. First Hip. Then Neat. Then Boss. Then Deep. Then Cool. Now, AWESOME. I hate AWESOME. AWESOME is everywhere. Sports television. Music radio. Sports radio. Everywhere anything great is happening, it’s AWESOME.

Not me. No more. Rad. I’m going to say Rad. Everything that is amazing will be Rad. And me, I’m going to be Stoked. I’ve lived in the Surf culture my whole life. I am happiest there. Give me a surf shop and a bit of time and whatever my mood was, it will now be good. In the moment. Not much else does that for me.

Rad is pretty much a surf term. BTW. No real surfer says gnarly. We are not in Ridgemont High. When the surf is up, it’s “Pumping.” Remember that one. It’s good.

When I’m excited now I’m going to say that I am “Stoked!” Sometimes. Not always. I will use lots of adjectives. That is what good vocabulary does.

My friend and tattoo artist uses “Rad.” I love her. She would never say Awesome. Boring. It’s boring. She is an individual. A really, real person. Haylee. She is a Gypsy. That makes her even more Rad. Blood Moon Tatoos is her shop. Go there. Ambler, PA. I can’t anymore. Blood thinners.

Back to the point. No more AWESOME. If you want to be my friend, do NOT use that word. I mean it. I will cross you off my friend list.

Unless you are describing me. Then, I guess it will be ok.

A.I.