of living, and usually puke
it up the following morn-
ing. Jo-Jo would lend
moral support, patiently
listening whenever Harry
went off about how much
he wanted to screw Kath-
erine Hepburn. Jo-Jo
knew that only John
Wayne and Bogie got
anywhere near that taco.
Plus, he'd always heard
the Kat didn't like men.
Jo-Jo threw on some
slacks he'd cut off above
the knee and hemmed up
with some Scotch tape.
He'd only worn them
maybe four or five times
without a washing, so
they were still pretty much
clean. Shoving a work-
gnarled hand under hist
sadly stained and cig-burned mattress, he
found his emergency back-up bottle of
Chivas, his favorite wake-up drink. Two pulls
off of it and he was ready to put on his shirt.
Two more pulls, his socks, another pull, his
shoes. He had to kill it off to comb his hair.
Looking at himself in the mirror, the image
of a gunnysack full of elephant shit with a
head, arms and legs came to mind.
Finally, with butt in gear, he opened the
door and stumbled out into the glorious
sunshine of the day. The rich blue of the sky
and the ultra rich powder pink of the motel
forced him back into his hole for aviator
shades and Visine.
He always kept the sunglasses and the eye
juice together, because one is just no good
without the other. Only he couldn't find either.
After turning the room upside down (which
already looked like it was turned upside
down, so he probably was actually turning
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Clockwise from Upper Left: Skarf
time for Mr. Malba. Carve master
Christian whittles the Mp. Tony
Alva-airborne urban icon. Eddie.
Aaron and Olson plot linear
strategy. Photo: Kevin Thatcher
Sole heir to the throne of
sickness, young Jayson Adame
prepares for his future
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Above: Ten years after his pro debut, Eddie Elguera remains on the grinding
edge. Right: Dave Duncan drifts one in the carve contest. Photo: Kevin Thatcher.
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