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weakness. I heard put a
twelve-year old kid who
bought two slices of pizza.
bum asked him for slice
So the kid gave him a slice.
Then the bum wanted both
pieces, so he just took the
kid's pizza. The kid got mad
Went home and got his
Futter's gun, came back and
shot the bum
This is a made up story
about a guy who worked for
Sparklette's Water Company
He got pissed because they
threatened to fire him from
his job he didn't cut his
hair, Iney told him, "We
don't employ hippies here."
He argued that he wasn't a
hippy, he just liked his hair long.
"Starting Monday" his boss said, if you come
to work with that shaggy. by tail, you're fired!
It was Friday. The guy didn't want to quit, but he'd
have to if he didnt cut his hair. So, he left his
boss office. That evening, in a pretty bullied
mood, on his drive home from work, he kept
thinking, "Damn them! Damn them-I've got to be
just how they want me to be!" He parked his small
Toyota truck outside a local barber shop where
his parents used to take him when he was young.
He watched the people inside getting their hairs
cut and faces shaved. He sat there in his truck
and thought about it. Then he got up the guts to
say "Fuck it!" He opened the door to his truck
and stepped into the traffic, avoiding the cars. It
was when he was halfway across the street that
Left: Tato jumps the channel at the CT
Bike Exchange park.
Right: Nana Zipp giv
gives a command
performance above the floorboards
of Petaluma's Pheonix theater
man insided the shop who was sweeping
turned the "Yes, We're Open" sign to "Sorry,
We're Closed.
At first he was like, "Oh, no!" Then he was
Like, "Oh, yes! I guess this means I'm not getting a
haircut." He got back into his truck and started
her up. He was relieved.
Well, this weekend went on ok for the most
part. The big question in his mind was, "Will I cut
my hair, or will I quit on Sunday night around 8:30 pm?" The big question
was halfway answered when his boss' pressure ruled over him. He was
trying to draw (because besides his job delivering water, that's what else
he did), but he couldn't get into the right frame of mind. He just kept draw-
ing Sparklette's water bottes over and over. Then, after drawing a bottle
with a sad face on it, he added long hair to it. He realized to himself that it
was dumb to fight with his boss over his long hair. He got up from his
drawing table feeling energetic and insightful. He went into his bathroom
and began to cut his hair. He was feeling happy and somewhat relieved
62 THRA
Steve Berra feeble grinds a cart rack serving as an entertainment device.
CRUSH
CROST
Above: Kicking out a frigid indy, Chris Farrell floats
above the rim at The Grind in Sacto
Left: Chad Muska nolles a 50/50 down an
uncompromising Nob Hill ledge.
Below: Where few lines arrawn Justin Strubing is
usually found. This time it the black of night at
Fisherman's Whart