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very time I go to Marseille I think
about the first time I set my eyes on that
park. There I was, with my buddies, and
I didn't have a skateboard. Turns out one of my
buddies had left my board on the train somewhere
and he was supposed to show up with it, but he
didn't quite pull it. He got to the park, but my board
was nonexistent. I had to figure out some way of
getting a board. Anyway, he was drunk, and he pro-
ceeded to make an ass out of himself on the beach
in a way that would be pretty hard to explain. He
showed up drunk, and it was hot as hell. This guy
is kind of like a cross between Frankenstein and
Rocky Dennis-he's a great skater but he was hurt
and couldn't skate. He drank a fifth of vodka to the
dome before noon, and he was wasted so he went
down to the beach to swim. He had no sunscreen
on. There were two girls down there on the beach
who supposedly gave him the time of day even
though they didn't speak the language he did, and
eventually two banana-hammock Algerian dudes
scared him off, so he came back over the hill to us.
And he's screaming at the top of his lungs, "Get the
video camera! I'm going to kill these guys." We
were like, "Who are these people and what's going
on?" I just said, "Jesse, chill out."
Clockwise from left: 1 Scream all you
want, but you still won't pull stalefishes like
Peter Hewitt. 2 The smoking trucks of
Wade Speyer could be smelt all the way to
the beach. Casualties in the heat of battle.
So we had this idea that we'd give
him some beer money and he'd go get
beer and everything would be okay.
Well, he couldn't skate to begin with
because he was drunk, but he got some
wild notion that he'd skate the pool. So
he dropped in, did a fakie ollie backflip
and landed right on his face. He came
back up, he had the money, and there
was blood everywhere. This was still
all before 3:00 in the afternoon, and
this was the horror show that this kid
was pulling on us, and here I was just
trying to set up a board.
The locals there just couldn't believe
this guy was still standing, much less
pital to get stitched up and he came
walking. They took him to the free hos-
back and we thought he'd slow down.
But he had brought two bottles of san-
gria with him, so now it was about 4:00,
and he was definitely three sheets to the
wind by that time. He spent his time on
the hill fucking with people and inter-
mittently puking.
He crashed by sundown, and we piled
all this trash on him. About 9 or 10 that
night, the two Algerian dudes from the
beach came back and they wanted a
piece of him. He was already passed
out and he looked like he was in a
portable dumpster, and we were just
like, "Leave him alone, he's had
enough." But they wanted beef and
they were fucking with us, and all the
other dudes there took off running.
That night somehow we hooked up a