To some people, loads of pills and a really sore ass sounds like a great weekend, but for Aritz Aranburu, it’s the price to pay for rushing the gnarl at Graviere today. With a solid 6ft at 13 secs NW swell romping onto near dry sand, the wee Basque rapscallion came a cropper, had an ass cheek vs sandbar beef, and sandbar won. Right now, AA is recuperating with pills that are taking him to a happy place where he enjoys warm fuzzy opiate dreams of steaks in basque sauce and tubes. Get well soon, Aritz!