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Forever is a long time, but that is how long
(opposite top left) has
been getting ugly. In 1986, we loved
photos like this. Guess what? We still do.
Mank yanks a stinkbug as big as the great
outdoors at the Nature Ramp.
(opposite right) carves frontside
on a cinderblock wall in Corvallis while
checks his shoes.
(left) is the coolest. He put us up at his
house, let us skate his ramp, hang out in
his bong shack and play video games.
Then he showed us a thing or two about
mute tailbone fakies on the kill ten-foot
trannies. Big
(top) stabs a
majestic frontside six-feet out above the
extension of yet another snow camp ramp
complex, with no socks. When asked about
the trip on the way home, John (right)
gave up the horns and said, "I'll be back."
It was over as fast as it started, and all that
was left was scorched skin, dirty socks,
burnt coping and vivid memories.
ON