Thrasher Magazine March 1995 — Page 18
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The Story Of A Boy Named Scrabble
I never really bothered reading because I'm
somewhat dyslexic. As a kid, I'd usually go
through the magazines and the books just to
look at the photos. When I was about nine, I
started cutting out the photos which interested
me. My name is Scrabble. That's the name the
old man that found me gave me. He tried to
teach me how to read, but instead I'd be more
interested in playing around the yard or plac-
ing photos up on the walls of where we lived.
We lived in the back of the dump. The story he
told me was that he was separating the stuff
which could be salvaged from the stuff that
would have to go to the landfill. He told me
that he had seen something moving inside a
beat-up piece of luggage, and when he
opened it, I was in there with a huge smile
along with some pieces from a Scrabble board
game. That's what I was told, and that's what I
believed. When I grew older and wiser like he
always said I would, here's how he'd say it,
"Kid, it's like this. Scrabble is a wise man's
game, and that's how I know you're a wise one,
kid. And I always remember him saying it just
like that. Sometimes to be a wise crack, I'd call
him Monopoly. The first time he took me into
town, I remember being excited because a lot
of the things in town looked just like the pho-
tos I had hanging on the walls at home. I'd
point to things that I had seen in my pictures
and repeat what he had told me they were
called. On one trip into town, the old man had
a good idea, "Since you like them pictures so
much," he said, "I'm going to show you some-
thing." He took me to a big room that looked
like night, crowded with people and gigantic
pictures that moved, and words too. Going
there made me happy. As I got older, I'd walk
into town alone to see the pictures. One night
when I returned home from the pictures, I told
him that I didn't think he had found me there
in no beat-up luggage. I told him I wasn't
ashamed if he was my father. I told him I liked
being a junkman's son. I told him I liked it there
and I always had fun.
-Mark Gonzales
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