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The Rape & Pillage Of Draino's By The Rogue Business Class Gondolier-Men
Posted on March 9, 2010
It is two hours or so till sundown. I sit alone in the line-up. A learner struggles in the shorebreak.
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A Coastal River Inlet Called Wye
Posted on February 9, 2010
Apologies about the two posts in a row (I know it peev's some peeps) but I've finally got some shit to load up and its not like anyone else is anyway... Anyway a few pics of me bro on some small peelers down at Baldy Point, Wye River...
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Archie B & Bali
Posted on February 9, 2010
My first small clip uploaded on this of some admittedly crappy (there are a few decent waves but) footage from last years trip to Indo, The shitty song is one I improvised while puttin it together:
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Huh?
Posted on November 18, 2009
Well I promised to upload some of me modellin shots recently done in Bali, rather rashly I now admit. I tried to delay for as long as possible, but anyway here are a few I can just about bare looking at, for curious eyes.
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Black man / White man, If racism is dead then no one should care
Posted on October 12, 2009
If a black American whited their face and did an shitty impersonation of a white bloke, lets just say K.Rudd ('cause just imagine if someone did it bout the big B.O on national television), would you deem it racist?
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The Ballad Of Smac
Once upon a time, like ages ago, some kid with probably the sickest hair going around graduated St. Josephs College Newtown with honours... This amazed many people as he was seen as a lazy goofball surfer.
He spent the summer drinking, partying, surfing, just having rollicking good times as one should after graduating... Paying no heed to his future...
Come offers day he was accepted into an Archeology course, despite not knowing how to spell archeaology... he deffered and decided to work.
Then something amazing happened! While his father was overseas in Hong Kong, a friend of his offered this boy a job. He was to work on a party boat, serving alcohol to the wealthy who hired it.
Within a month the boy was there, and loving it. The Asian's loved his gnarly hair, The Expat chicks loved that he wasn't 30+ year old boring banker, The boring bankers loved him cause he had half a brain and could discuss the boring stuff they discussed. Needless to say he thrived in hospitality, but hated it cause he dislikes much about society and human nature.
5 months in this foreign city and the boy grow weary, weary of the cocaine habit his mates had picked up over there, of the lack of overtly interesting individual people, and mostly of the lack of surf and strainous work hours. He packed his bags.
China Airlines don't have many good recommendations but are cheap, he flew them. Ten mins into the flight the boy wanders into first class, sits down and curls up to sleep, he is not disturbed.
A number of hours later he his awaken as the plane reaches its destination, Denpasar... Bali. He slinks into his backpack, grabs the single board he has and is on his way.
Rumours flood the Archipelego of this wild-haired eighteen year old, wandering around by himself, surfing amazin waves. I could tell you a few of the more extravegant tales but I'm sure you've heard them.
Confimed are apperances at Padang Padang during the biggest swell of the last 3 years, apperantly after a night long mushie bender. Other confirmed sightings were at the Bounty Night Club, a modelling photoshoot in Kuta and on the Gili Islands with a mysterious blonde Norwegian female in tow.
Our story picks up once again on a China Airways flight back to Hong Kong, unfortuantly not first class.
The boy spends another week in the State before returning to Australia amid much fanfare.
"The Celebrating the fact that Smac still lives!" party went down in folklore.
Smac now resides in Torquay, and is currently working for Ripcurl.
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