SAN JOSE
40 THR
You are part of a firing squad at a trial in a hostile country. San Jose stands before you a blind-
folded prisoner who has just smoked his last cigarette. You butt the long rifle at your shoul-
der with the sight set at the prisoner's head. You are judge, jury and executioner with a
sweaty forefinger placed on the trigger. As the seconds diminish towards your final judgement,
an old man squeals words of protest as he approaches from atop a nearby plateau. He has trav
eled many moons. His face is wrinkled and his shins are bruised from decades of sweepers
and C.O. Laters. He reaches the impromptu execution in the nick of time with a line of ques
tions on behalf of the prisoner. "Is it possible for a rim and loose spokes to operate on their
own? Do they not need something at the center to tie them all together? Can a wheel roll true
without a hub? These things do not happen! The old man's words echo through the desert
valley. He passes about a bright and shiny text he had concealed in his tattered robe. It is this
issue of Thrasher containing the testimony of the inner works of San Jose and all its witnesses.
"These words must be heard before a terrible mistake is made!"
hrase
By Simon
Woodstock
On SJ Skatepark's last day,
Salman Agah (left) refreshed
his vertical skills with long
lipslides, Gunderson High
School is a very abused spot
by local dogs (below) like
Tim Brouch. Shawn Mandoli
(right) spreads his wings
over a shopping cart.
Longs Drage