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DISCOVER
Circle K
Jaligfar nodded slowly. He was
completely awestruck. "You saved
my life, Mr Billy Gibbons I have no
way, no way to even..."
I shrugged as if it were all in a
day's work. Then I leaned over the
counter, grabbed an assortment of
skin mags from off the rack, and
stuffed them down my shorts. "Just
remember: you never saw me."
"Do not worry, Mr Billy Gib-
bons, Jaligfar said. The faint.
sounds of sirens were beginning in
the distance. "You just like Chuck
Norris or something."
"No, no," I said, laughing mod-
estly. "There's a lot of difference
between me and Chuck Norris." I
grabbed my skate and headed out
but I turned at the door and
paused for full dramatic effect:
"Norris don't skate."
I left Jaligfar looking like he'd just
sold Elvis a jelly doughnut.
The sirens grew suddenly louder
as I trotted around the corner of
the building. I had to chuckle. The
summer was shaping up quite nice-
ly after all.
-C William Gibbons
Charlotte, North Carolina
Winterfromage46
speed and unleashed a few choice
thoughts. The thing was indeed a
bad scene, if not for the sheer
power of all this winternoise, she
figured she would be broken bone
stew. Now was the time for her
favorite stunt. Before any doubt
could form she spun a fakie. Facing
her chaser, defiant sweeps of her
hands and hips spurned the beast
into a higher gear. It bit through
the impact spray of Nesh's front
facing landing, but the quick
morsel was gone, shooting through
a rocky gap towards a patch of
crystalline moguls. With trails of
violet light leaking from its eyes,
the freak of nature tinted the cloud
cover even darker with a twitch of
its horns. A puff of red steam
escaped from in between the
clamped teeth.
And then winter slammed in.
Hard.
Nesh had no choice now but to
flow up the volume to keep the
mind intact. The squall was no
worse than any she had ridden
through before. What kept nibbling
away at her sanity was the fact that
this particular weather was in
vicious pursuit. Throw in a god
damn Chinese teacup dragon for
that extra dose of 'Nobody's going
to believe this action..." Dis-
tractions aside, she knew with light-
ning clarity that the snow was
crispy and her legs were one with
the run. This was why she lived. A
sudden mogul drove her airborne
for a few sweet seconds of Zen. Up
in the storm, tactics of survival
emerged with a 5.9 percussion
beat. She needed weaponry. The
signal flare in a leg pocket might
piss it off a little. The stiff edges of
her Fantom 150 could part critter
head from critter neck with an
insane whirlybird jump. Yeah right.
In blinding crosswinds. Of course,
she could bounce off that armor
and land, broken legs and all, in
that bear trap maw.
"Come on, you mother...." she
whispered through a frozen film,
"The quick or the dead!""
Whatever happened, she wasn't
dead. Helluva twinge in one leg,
but still smiling in time with the
opening riffs of a tune about moun-
tains and cashing in now, honey. It
went beyond risky, shredding down
new slopes with nothing but knees
and hips tuned into primal nuances
of depth and sensation as a mon
ster storm tried to douse her fire.
Her shades were fried, twisted half
off her face, but the sweet feeling
of motion was still there. The tunes!
With a foul word she realized the
portable was gone. Tossing the
sunglasses to their fate, Nesh
blinked into a new reality: Blue sky,
warm sun. Yes! The noise making
beast was also gone. But where?
Favoring her bad leg. she
savored the last turn she would
ever cut up here. Her hand skim
ming out to begin braking as she
glanced up the mountain on a
whim. Immediately she fell on her
butt, sliding a quarter-mile in slack
jawwed wonder. The pale blue
beast was locked in a slow twisty
whirl around a speck of reflection
from the sun shining on the band of
her headphones still on max vol-
ume. It skanked and dove into the
powder, emerging with a happy
gurgle to continue its spin cycle
trance. Was it the massive endor-
phin rush charging her system or
was the scaly bastard actually smil
ing? Whatever. At least it had a
new addiction. Auto-reverse will
keep it satisfied, until the batteries
juice out.
The sweating soldier pushed off
to skim to a soft landing at the
base of the run. One small detail
troubled her: What if old tenlegs
tired of the music and remembered
her? Snowboard tracks and foot-
prints were easy to follow.
"Screw it." She freed her boots
and collapsed on the Fantom,
watching the beast chase its smok
ing tail in endless motion. In the still
morning air she could hear its
steam engine breath in sync with
the faraway beat of her most
sacred tape. Wow... Gradually she
registered change in its movement,
a stilted caution as it snuffed at the
wind. Then she heard the faint
thump-thump-thump of the chop.
per, maybe two miles out. Nesh
blinked and the subject of some
psycho tattoos in her future was
gone in an incandescent flash of
burrowing claws and frozen shrap
nel. Numb fingers groped for the
flare pistol.
In the air, with the pilot babbling
about freak storms and updrafts,
Nesh's green eyes bugged as they
passed over the wide oval trampled
into the slope, as unseen paws
dragged her headphone cord into
the heart of the mountain...
-Alex Orszulak
San Bruno, California
Whaley om page 55)
where I live now, it's such a good
place for surfing that how could I
avoid it? Eventually, I might want to
go out there. Look, we have two
boards right there, a long board
and a short board. Both of them
are kind of fucked-up. A lot of it is
feeling. A lot of people love snow
boarding just because it feels really
good. I've gone once and I could
see why you would love it because
it feels so good just going so fast. I
think what people appreciate about
skateboarding is the fact that it's
like a mental thing, how you work
things out. Gaylen is a friend of
mine and every trick he does, he
works it out like a puzzle and it
works for him. I've seen him do
some fuckin' hard tricks and he just
works it out like a puzzle. That's the
way a lot of tricks are. That's why I
see
stuff getting so into flip trends.
How important is that really, all
the modern tricks?
That's what makes skateboarding
skateboarding, when you make
something good and you've just
conquered something. It's like an
obstacle, you look at it and maybe
nobody's ever done anything down
it before, and you slide down it and
you land it and ride away.
Do you admire anyone besides
skaters, like artists or friends?
I appreciate skateboarding so
much that it's hard to think about it.
I've appreciated some teachers that
I've really enjoyed. Teachers make
the biggest difference. I had a
teacher who made math interest-
ing. Anyone who can make you do
homework has to have something.
Where are you going to school?
Right now I'm going to Cabrillo
Junior College. I ride the bus there.
I rode my bike there once, it wasn't
too fun. I gave up on cars just
because cars are worthless. I can't
believe there aren't more people
who just give up on cars. I guess we
live in kind of a cool place if you
don't have a car, I only have to ride
the bus to school on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. Other than that, I just
skate wherever I go.
Do you want to say anything.
about your family?
I like my family a lot. You never
appreciate your family until you
move out. As soon as you move
out, you realize how rad your whole
family is, you realize how rad your
living situation was, you realize how
rad it is that your parents take care
of you, how rad it is that they sup-
ply all these things for you, and
then as soon as you get out there,
you realize you have to do it all for
yourself and you don't like it, I
don't like it. I don't like doing
chores, I don't do anything, I hate
doing anything. You don't realize
how good your family is until you
go away. Like I just have a good
time going to Sizzler with my par-
ents and my little sister. Any other
time, like if I lived with them, it
might have been annoying to me.
It all comes down to family.
It does because that's totally
what shaped everything.
And your good friends become
your family in a way too.
You know what I want to say right
now? I thought about this. The
whole thing that I'm worried about,
the interview, is that people will
think that they know me, but they
don't, because I don't know myself,
so how is anybody else going to
know? This is how I feel tonight,
this is an interview tonight, this is
how I feel right now, I'm drunk,
that's a truth serum right there, I'm
going to tell you however I feel
right now, but I'm sure in like a
year, I'll have totally different views,
I'll just feel different about every-
thing and I'll see myself as a little
kid a year from now as I saw myself
last year. I don't want people to
think that they know me. I know
how I am most of the time, but
sometimes I feel things that I don't
understand. That's probably how
everyone is, I imagine.