Last week we went to the Gran Canary to shoot Jony Gonzalez ripping the booger slab. He sent his bro to pick us up form the airport, who is 19 and called Alberto. Alberto took us for lunch, took us to the spot, drove us around and generally was host with the most. It’s pretty much him and four thousand boogieboarders on that island, but he keeps his head up. He had original Barcelona ’92 Olympics RayBan Wayfarers and wore a tweetie pie dressing gown getting changed. I told him a ‘Prince Albert’ was slang for a cock ring, and he was stoked. Photog Laurel fucked us all over by locking Albert’s keys in his (dad’s) car while we surfed until dark one evening, and he didn’t even snap. Then, on the weekend, Albert went big at Carnival and stayed up till 8am larging it, but still showed up for the lunchtime shred. What a guy! Here’s a wee clip of Albert. Groovy style, no?