A little espresso. A small bottle of Mexican cola. And away we went. Kolohe hobbled into the brand new Zebra House Café in San Clemente with me last week. He wore Oakleys and they dangled from a pair of Croakies. He had on one sandle and he was on crutches. His left foot in a massive boot black boot. It looked serious.
And while we spoke on the obvious, Kolohe and I gabbed on many things. He is still revved [...]
And while we spoke on the obvious, Kolohe and I gabbed on many things. He is still revved [...]



