In the Malibu parking lot, @grossrider lent me a seven-something single fin and a farmer John-style wetsuit with rainbow stripes. In the Malibu parking lot, the wetsuit was tight around the crotch, a maternal sort of cupping, a whisper in my ear that said, “You and me baby, hang five hang ten hang whatever.” In the Malibu parking lot, I used to be heterosexual. Church-going, God-fearing, Rosary bead-clutching. In the Malibu parking lot, Timothy Leary was a regular foot, Lao Tsu was a goofy, Siddhartha aka the Buddha rode on his belly, his knees, his back, and in his signature coffin, with prayer hands. In the Malibu parking lot, I left my heart in the San Fernando Valley. In the Malibu parking lot, Malibu Carl was in a foul mood. In the Malibu parking lot: Hey bro, got wax, beer, weed, Xanax, tetracycline? In the Ma 📷 @toddweaver_