Bill Danforth would like everyone to know that he's back
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...and he's invited a friend....
introducing Stink pro rider, Garold Vallie
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STINK
CAROLD
VALLIE
BILL DANFORTH
PRO SERIES
"...the Cadillac of skateboards"
-Bill Danforth
nomad
CAROLD
VALLI
space/time 3-D reality.
PS Jim Greco's down
with the backside
Smith, y'all.
Back with a woody,
Todd Zack
Manchester, NH
Keep dosing, bro. You're
almost there. T-ed
GOOSE STEP
Shut up! I'm reading
the March '99 Mail
Drop. I've never heard.
more bullshit in
it in my life.
What I'm wondering is this: why the
fuck do you people feel the need to
spout such meaningless drivel about
people you don't know and will most
likely never meet? Let's start with Lil'
Billy. Why do you care if Jeremy Klein
is an asshole? If you don't think he has
fun when he skates, then you're
dumber than you sound. Next would
have to be Frodo. Oh no, someone's
making money and getting shit for
free. What an asshole they must be.
Finally, Josh Lopez. You are the
biggest fascist I've ever heard. You
remind me of Adolf Hitler. Next
you're going to tell us that you gotta
have blonde hair and blue eyes to ride
a skateboard. God for-fucking-bid
anyone
should dress differently from
you. And who the fuck are you again?
What you're really "wondering why"
is why you're such a dipshit. To you
people I have some advice: put down
ignorance, spreading pens, quit skat-
ing, and go fuck yourselves.
Are you me? T-ed
RAZOR RIDE
Ted
THRASHER
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much like dealin' with others. I pick up
an old issue of Thrasher and lie down
on my bunk and slowly flip through
the pages. I've read this issue from
cover to cover many times already,
but that makes no difference.
I stop a
a story written by Gonz and begin to
read. So what if I almost know it by
heart? It always makes me think. I
won
wonder what's going through the
man's head just before he shoots him-
self, as the butterfly watches him. Are
his problems worse than mine? My
eyes grow heavy as the skaters on the
pages become animated in my mind. I
close my eyes, embracing sleep, the
only escape from my dreary cell. I
dream of the days when I was free,
doin' nothing but skating or chillin'
with my friend Brent-the days before
I lost my family and everything impor-
tant to me. The days when I still felt
alive. Peace.
San Diego, CA BIG TIME
Dressed in blaze orange, the normal
jailhouse attire, I walked slowly down
the hallway towards my housing unit.
I had just visited with my grandfather,
who reigns supreme as the most inter-
esting man on this earth. It's hard
enough having to
to talk with him
through a sheet of glass, but then it
kills me every time they say time's up.
te
I make t back to my section with my
sett
escort, an overweight underintelligent
correctional officer whose tough-guy
attitude comes from a mixture of Van
Damme movies and the badge on his
n his
shirt. I grit my teeth, holding back
anger at his ignorance and arrogance.
ance.
An outburst on my behalf would only
result in him calling for backup, which
would then result in me getting beaten
down by a crew of wanna-be cops ten
deep. I enter my section and head
straight to my cell. Today I don't feel
Evol One of the DDP
South Central Regional Jail
Charleston, WV
I'm writing to ask some of these
motherfuckers out there who the hell
they think they are? I've been in
prison for five years now and I'm not
even 21 yet. I don't give a dam
a damn about
some cryin'-ass bitch who can ollie six
boards! Shit, your magazine kicks ass
and I'm glad at least one magazine
keeps it real. Your mag helps me block
mag helps me b
out prison life for at least a couple
started cleati couple
hours a day. I started skating when I
hed skating when
was nine and got locked up when I
was 15. I didn't skate because it was
cool. I didn't give a fuck what I wore;
as long as I had my board, I was cool.
Who gives a shit what people think?
Tell all them people who ain't got
nothing better to do but cry about shit
that things could get a lot worse. And
to "the notorious Billy the kid," keep
your head up bro. Everything's gonna
work out. I feel your pain every day.
Thrasher, thanks for keeping real.
J Dub
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