8TH
PHUNK
JUNKEEZ
WANNA HEAR IT LOUD!
Deal all meals, seals and worn
out fishing reels to Mail Drop,
c/o Thrasher, PO Box 884570,
San Francisco, CA 94188-4750.
BIRTH RIGHT
"Hi Mom," you hypocrite.
Parents are supposed to be open
to their kids' personalities. You're
just not paying attention. How
many people do you know of that
are promoting "good family val-
ues" these days? Everybody has
sex or your fourteen-year-old
angel boy wouldn't even be
here. I'm glad Thrasher has a
lack of intelligence. It makes me
feel like I'm not alone because I
think everybody has a lack of intel-
ligence. I didn't even know how to
spell intelligence until I looked at
where it's written in the magazine.
Dumb Person With A Cause
Oshkosh, WI
DEAD ISSUE
Honestly, I like Thrasher and I
read the articles, but one short
article in your April '95 issue really
pissed me off. Your short column,
"Kurt Cobain-From The Grave,"
was a huge pile of ox shit. You are
saying that he is speaking from his
grave? I just don't think that is
right to advertise that Kurt is
sending vibes to you or crap like
that. The article says that he, Jimi,
Janis and Sid are jamming? Don't
give me this shit. Most people are
smart enough to know that's a
crock. And it's even signed Kurt
Cobain. I still get your magazine,
but in the future don't assume
we're all dropout, delinquent
know-nothings. Be serious.
Patrick Brogan
Frederick, MD
Kurt and I are bros, even if he is
dead T-ed
BLUE COLLAR
Okay all of you "small town"
skaters, I sympathize with you. I'm
sixteen, I live in a town called
Woodland, I'm the only skater in
my school, and I have a serious
problem with hicks and preppies. I
hate it here. People here are so
stupid. One day I had my Thrasher
at school, and this chick was read-
ing the short story "Billy" about the
guy who had hands grafted to his
feet and died, in the September
1994 Scribble. She thought it was
Mail
Drop
really true and started telling
everybody there about it. They
believed it, too. I swear, they
were all ready to hold services for
him in class. I really laughed my ass
off. Finally I explained to their
feeble, preppy minds that it was
not true and they argued with
me. This town makes me want to
kill myself. My parents ground me
or take away my board, that I had
to pay for, and every day some
hick says, "Skate or die, dude." So
when all you preppy skaters who
get your boards furnished by par-
ents complain about "hicks and
preppies," you can take your rap-
pin' ass home to mommy and eat
her dick. I've got two more things
to say: be punk, and it's hard to
skate without an ass.
One Poor Bastard
Woodland, WA
It's hard to talk without a
mouth. Ted
MKANTHER
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