Thrasher Magazine February 1995 — Page 30
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            AND THEN
THERE
WERE NONE...
THE PLAYERS
Salman Agab
Coco Santiago
Andy Roy
Peter Hewitt
Joe Tershay.
Julien Stranger
The Angel
The Devil
The Punk
The Stoner
The Dolt
The Loner
John Cardiel.The Invisible Man
Alan Petersun
Andrew Derrick
Jack Dupp.
THE STORY
The Demo God
The Sherpa
The Narrator
The police will be waiting for
you when you get to Sydney,
were the words that I was hearing
from the frumpy flight attendant
as the last full drink cart chugged
its way up the aisle. It seemed
ironic because they gave us all the
free liquor we could spill and yot
still expected us to be choir boys
Maybe she was joking or just
power tripping. In any event, I
was not looking forward to incar
coration upon touchdown. When
we landed, I tried to distance
myself from the rest and scope
out our welcoming committee. As
luck would have it, the cops were
busy with a bomb threat, and we
sailed on to customs. Customs
always bites. Questions, stares,
sly comments, and, of course,
the mandatory search, "Why do
you have ton boards?" "break
Why do you have all this
film? To remember my trip
THE PLOT
Transport the most introverted, negative, no-rules, dirty, smelly, anti-social group
of skateboarders this world has to offer to a country 7000 miles away, where there
is terrain that even the locals don't know about, and watch them crumble from
either the physical torture or the sheer mental brainflushing. Any way you look at
it, it comes up murder, Australia-style.
Clockwise from opposite page:
The mock Ayers Rock was crumbling
underneath while the crew posed. The Gold
Coast and Burleigh Heads are quite familiar with
the name Seb Steele: Homegrown pivot fakie at
Pizzey. Andy tried to catch this koala watil be heard
that they have sharp claws and don't like company,
Julien Stranger and a friend on the dark side.
The big guy named Sal was seen levitating fat
shifties at the deserted spot known as Underwood.