Stabmag describes Dion Agius as a drunk,
"Dion is wearing a red Globe flannel with the sleeves ripped off over a black Dior singlet, torn Globe skinny jeans and a pair of Globe skate shoes. His hair is a halo of mess. There are glass jugs full and half full of rotgut spread thought the room..."
'He's the only one he knows who sells rotgut. Six bucks a bottle. "How do you make money?"
"It costs fucken 60 cents to make and a dollar to buy wholesale".'
To all; Dion is winning in life, it's about time you went and found one of your own.
What's surfing without partying? SPONGING.