Thrasher Magazine January 1997 — Page 44
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            2020 AD The world was in
shambles. Everything was
ruined or gone. No more hous-
es, buildings, cars, or even
streets. Civilization had degener-
ated into the way of the
vagabond. People were serious-
ly scrounging for their exis-
tence, eating what little they
could find or
three adult males continued on
with what they had been doing
for years before the big break-
down: banging on a drum set
(Shawn), scratching on guitar
strings (Jed and Todd), and
nice all at the same time. Five
year Plan was a simple yet
solid link to the salad days of
the 1990s and the lifeblood of
the movement toward the
rebirth of society in the third
FIVE YEAR PLAN
Fuck
AVAIL
steal, and living from
day to day among the ruins of
the recent past. Nobody had
much fun anymore because there
was no time for that. Merely sur-
viving in the polluted jungle of
what used to be the United States
took up most of what was once
termed leisure time.
There was an exception, how
ever, for tucked away in the
basement of a crumbling toy
factory in a former bustling.
community near Los Angeles.
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STORY AND PHOTOS BY ANDY HARRIS
screaming like a 20th cen-
tury fifth grader whose
mom had just thrown out all
his after school treats (Todd).
They called themselves FYP,"
and every time they played.
the collective noise they gener
ated would attract the wander
ing tribes of youthful vagrants
from all around the wasteland.
They would come each and
every time to jump about in a
frenzy and listen to songs
about days past when life was
easy and there was plenty of
rime to be a kid: time to be
sarcastic. rude, happy, and
decade of the 21st century.
The monuments erected in their
honor, the theme parks modeled
after their lives in the newly
formed state of South California,
and the action figures in the toy
stores bearing the features of
Todd. Jed, and Shawn all attest to
the great achievements they
accomplished as a rock n' roll
band. Without them, we would
surely still be lost in the blinding
darkness of ignorance and chaos. I
believe I am speaking for everyone
on this planet by saying thank you.
boys. The world owes you a never-
ending flood of praise and, of
course, all the Jack in the Box
racos, Moonpies, and Budweisers
you can consume.
BOBBY
PULEO
VENTURE
TRUCKS