This weekend was spent in the merry land of San Fran, on a spontaneous mission brought about by Johnny's intense yearning for a new shirt. We had a radical tour guide in the form of Chilen or if you're a Thrasher reader, The Jesus. Young Rob came along and ripped. Homies were dropping in on us left and right, even Bradford made an appearance. The trip was capped with an epic visit to Big Sur where some shadowy figure loomed over us. It turned out to be Austin, I mean Austin.