Me, little Joe, Mraz and the Coda team in the other world sometime around 2007. The night before this I was trying to catch taxi after going to the bar on Church and Market. I ran across the street waving down a cab and forgot about the BART tracks, fuckn tripped and flew like 10 feet fucked up my palm, bled all over the inside of the taxi, made it home safe. The next day was an epic day of shredding. Just found this old picture and thought I would share.