don't talk about your new fred rubble if kolohe's around. [in a raspy santa cruz voice] “oh my god, i swear, guys that ride merricks, all they talk about is surfboards.”

kolohe is generally a good kid, he's smart and focused, has a healthy competitive desire, he wears middle age beach wear and he's charming and handsome, but here he's doing bad kid things, lighting fireworks and drinking beer.

kolohe channeling gavin beschen with the classic shirtless rain shot.

i've been vibing with the album “space is the only noise” by nicolas jaar. craig anderson says it’s psychedelic techno. this photo reminds me of it.

i like this photo, yadin looks like a classic american movie star.

there's millions of vending machines in japan. this one got placed in a lonely location.

yadin broke his leg

yakiniku yakiniku yakiniku!!! that's korean barbeque. they bring out weird meats and normal meats and you cook it and eat it. mostly we were living off 7-11 or sunkus cause we were always driving #youthontherun so when we ate yakiniku, spirits lifted and everyone smiled.

kolohe and conner, different snacks, different shirts. representing in front of sunkus.

this was the second day in japan. a typhoon came ashore and the weather was bad and the rivers roared so we drove to the beach and watched nature at work.

yadin, in this photo, doesn't know he's going to get second place to kelly slater at us open, qualify for the wct, come back to japan, get rad waves but break his leg, subsequently give up his spot on the wct before he even gets to compete, get surgery, have a baby and name it corona, and ummm, surely there's a ton more shit he didn't know was gonna happen, but i could have told you he would handle it with poise. he's the grown up of our crew.

high spirits at yakiniku even though yadin had just broken his leg. the next day is one i remember. the swell went from 4 foot to 10 foot and the ocean smoothed out and john john danced on foamballs gracefully and dillon and i did what we could and had some success. then i got my last wave of the trip. it was a nice set but when i got down the face i could see i was too deep. i don't know how to fall on waves of consequence, so when i saw john john looking in from the shoulder i put my arms up

dillon and john john showing me a magazine that they're excited about at 7-11.

dillon bought a drink out of a vending machine and i asked him what he got and he showed me so i took a photo. i think we're both socially awkward but it works. the drink selection in japan is rad.

dillon and i flew from indonesia for the swell. this is in one of the airports and he's probably bothering a lot of people by playing the ukulele.

John John's phone. That's not Nias.

Kolohe's trip got fun waves but John John's trip got good waves, and there's a difference. This is a good wave, with John John on it.

This is another good wave from the second trip, with Dillon on it. In the fifth photo he leans back and starts fisting his wake to slow down. Real moxie.

There's a person in there. If Kolohe had gone back for the second Japan trip, it might be him.

The airline got rich on ticket-change fees from this trip, about six per person, but that was alright.

John John's phone again. Haha.

Ahahahahahahahaha!

To see these sessions in motion, and a lot of others from youth on the run around the world, see Dear Suburbia when it comes out this summer. Thanks, Japan.