Thrasher Magazine January 1990 — Page 56
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            L
IT OUT
BRLY
Trucks by
MOTOBILT
Brly air by
Sinclair, N.C.
Send $1.00 for sticker and info to: MOTOBILT
19803 Almaden Rd., San Jose, CA 95120
From page 8 and bitches. They don't
understand, never will. Fifty-five
days (if I'm lucky) till I can grind at
home. Two years ago I signed, six
months left. You guessed it, military.
Army, to be more specific. I'm in
Panama now. It would be great if I
had my 30" x 10" escape from real-
ity here. Curbs and trenches all over.
After ripping masses of
skin and flesh from my
palms and knees I tumbled
head over heels, leaving a
bright red mark where I slid
on my back. I lay there for a
minute before I stood up. As
I limped down the street to
retrieve my board, I came to
another of my brilliant realizations.
The voice was right. That hill was
the truth-and the truth hurts.
BLOOD FEUD
Carvin Marvin
San Francisco
Dear Fakes: You are a mockery
to our clan. Yes, we are vampires,
We can't go anywhere. They think and always will be. From the dawn
we might get shot or something.
Probably would
Gi Joe
Stationed
P.S. If you're thinking about joining.
DON'T DO IT!
Sounds like you need Gl Judy. T-ed
WANTED: CLUE
Hey, I think I've got an idea for an
article. When kids want pro boards
they buy what other kids tell them
to. Please do an article on pro
boards, wheels and trucks.
Волевіт
Coquille, OR
TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES
I was sitting at my folks' house in
the Lakeside district of San Fran-
cisco the other day, contemplating
my navel and the nature of truth.
One thing I found in my introspec-
tion was that though I've been
wondering what the truth was for
years, I have less of an idea
now than when I was
fourteen. The other thing I
found was that I was haar-
ing a voice.
The voice told me to
stand up, grab my skate,
head out to the streets.
"and leave your pads at
home" Having no choice but to
comply. I stepped out into the ever-
present log. Crossing busy streets,
I was led to the hills. The voice said,
"This is the truth."
"What are you talking about," I
thought. "How do I know what the
truth is? Looks like a hill to me. What
if I don't believe you?"
"Behold! This hill is the truth-
deny it if you can," the voice
boomed in my head.
As if in a trance, I pushed off down
the hill. I accelerated past the point
where I could safely jump off, so I
pulled into a tighter tuck and
grabbed the edge of my board.
Faster and faster I careened down
the hill, as tears streamed from my
eyes and tracked across my face.
Speed wobbles soon overtook me,
and fear pierced my gut like shards
of ice-cold glass.
Then I saw the crack.
In super-slow motion, the crack
got closer until it loomed larger than
life, and I was helpless to avoid it.
My front wheels slammed into the
upraised piece of concrete and I was
ejected from my board, launched
into the air and slammed hard a
second later.
P
of time our demon fathers have lived
intertwined with mortals. The story
of the infamous Dracula was a
foolish mistake, for it was written un-
true. It was an error. Now is the new
time for vampires. Our quest for
world domination has begun and
there is nothing you can do about it.
Ye shall hear from me again.
R.I.
You vampires who keep writing in
think you're scaring the rest of us.
Well, you're not. You suck. T-ed
FAMILY AFFAIR
I am a mom of a 19-year-old
skater. Through the years I've had
the honor of becoming a "surrogate
mom" or "friend" to several skaters
who skate his ramp. Last week we
had to bury one of the "family"
because of a motorcycle wreck.
Brent Edwards had been a close
member of this family for about a
year. I wanted to write to Thrasher
because this "'new broed" of skaters
deserves good words said about
them. It was an honor to observe
these friends respond to their
friend's death. The raw emotion and
compassion that they showed
Brent's family and shared with each
other was amazing. I wish their
parents had had the opportunity to
experience the way they handled
their friend's death. It seems that
only negative stories surface about
thase hardcore skaters from the
news media, school officials, law en-
forcement, etc. With all of the
hassles they have overcome. I have
often wondered where they get their
strength, not their physical strength,
but their mental strength, to main-
tain a positive attitude about their
passion for skating. My question
was answered. All skaters skate for
their own reasons. I believe one of
the reasons was brought to the raw
surface last week. This is a family.
A family with love and respect for
each other. Thank you for the space.
Carla Beer
Austin, TX
Much of that strength comes from
understanding parerits and friends
Ake you, Caria. T-ed
H-STREET
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