It’s a universal truth in surfing: high risk = high reward. Judging from Skip McCullough’s disappearance act behind a Mainland Mex meat curtain at 00:11, Skip embraces this fact. Judging from his opening performance — an open air free fall under the hammer of a 10-foot lipline — Skip also embraces the paradoxical truth that high risk = high levels of pain. Judging from this edit, lately Skip’s been reaping the results of all nuances that accompany precarious surfing in Mexico, La Jolla and Ocean Beach. And judging from his overall performance, there’s another universal truth at hand: Skip rips. But hey, why don’t you be the judge.