DESERTER
SHAPES
Great Skaters in History? In the sense that
every year is like one hundred years? In depth
he is shallow. Ted drools. We question authority.
I used to have a skateboard, but I couldn't ride
it, so I gave it away. I've got it all recorded, and I
got shots so its pretty much set. More incoherent
ramblings. Who are these people anyway? Why
are they conversing in this disjointed moronic
drawl? Locked in a blue Volvo 60 miles distant
of LOS it all falls out of place. Playing the
recorded trials and tribulations back at random
burst. The tape recorder lurches, screeches and
finally succumbs to terminal Duracell drain. But
this is just not any Volvo, it is the sensible sled
of Father Bones. In his misguided youth Dad
had spent his ill-gotten pro skateboard revenues
on an exotic Alfa Romeo sports flyer. But this is
the '80s, we're talking reality, we're talking
Volvo. Outside of the Swedish tinted safety
glass strange anomorphic spiked cacti shapes
of lime green blitz by, Peralta mutters their
correct botanical genus in Latin. It is a language
I do not know. It is a name I've never heard. It is.
another time. I am surprised. You see, Stacy
does those types of things often. He's living in
the future, very much the modern man. At times
he seems more college professor than the sort
of person you don't read about in books. This
isn't situation comedy. The bottom line is he can
and continues to skate.
It's a bizarre logic, so put in another quarter,
get out your blade and plunge into a new game.
Do you realize those harmless video diversions
are really training all of us to run our beloved
government's computer-automated weapons
systems. See you in El Salvador, best regards
to Sergeant Thatcher and the base newspaper.
Mofo in the Marines? I think not. But do I
digress? As I said, I am no longer certain.
What is definite is that Hawk is in the back
seat. As usual, he keeps pretty much to himself.
He's here to ride, Clyde. And, indeed, so are we
all, bound for an undisclosed desert location,
somewhere between Mojave Wells and Death
Valley Junction. The discussion at hand
revolves around rumored mondo ramp. Known
only through the underground intelligentsia, it's
reported to be all there is, the type, etc. In other
words, no simulations are necessary. Tony
Hawk is still being silent, except for the occa-
sional aggro volley, his unique form of verbal
assault. You see, Hawk is equally capable in
both social and anti-social modes. Word has it
he's met both Captain K and Mr. Greenbeans.
Tony knows, but he is not dispensing any info.
Other fabrications have labeled Hawk the hard
session skaters' consensus choice as the man
to watch. The herein named defendant probably
also realizes that in a disposable culture only
the adaptable survive, and to prove it we turn
left, drive six more unpaved dusty roads and we
Photography by-Stecyke