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HENDRIX ON FRAZIER
The scrappy kid named Mike Frazier that I met like six
years ago isn't exactly the same guy I know today. Of
course, I'm sure he's the same deep down inside, but
gone are the days when I paid him eight dollars to shave
every hair on his body. Everything. And no longer can you
pay him a small fee to see him indulge in cockroaches or
anything else you could come up with. I won't bore you
with the details, but let it be known, he would do anything
for money. I thought he would grow up and be a sideshow
freak or something. But I always knew he was a good kid,
because his mom cried every time he went away on a long
trip. Don't think this guy has lost his fire, though. He pos-
sesses the drive and motivation to leap tall buildings in a
single bound. Fortunately, that's not what he wants to do.
He wants to skateboard, and he does so quite well. I'm
glad skateboarding is treating Mike Frazier okay these
days, because I know for a fact he doesn't have to eat
bugs for money anymore. -Neal Hendrix -
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FRAZIER ON HENDRIX
I've known Neal almost as long as I've been skating. I
met him at a contest in St Petersburg, Florida, in 1989.
Since then, I would see him at every contest I went to, and
no matter what place I would get, he would get one place
better. The year is 1995, and it is still happening. We joke
about it now because it's been five or six years of non-stop
competition. I've travelled with Neal from Florida to
California and back at least three or four times, all over
Europe, and up and down the East Coast too many times
to count. Every year at Woodward Skate Camp, Neal and I
are there to skate together. I'm willing to bet we've trav
elled at least fifty or sixty thousand miles together, and I'm
sure by the time anyone reads this, Neal will probably
have kicked my butt in one more contest, or we'll be on
yet another road trip up and down the East Coast, or
somewhere around California. -Mike Frazier
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