72 THRASHER
CHILE
and almost got arrested by the cops in
the process. Just when we were about
to get hauled off to a Chilean prison, a
little kid stepped up and said his dad
was a general. After that it was hands
off everybody walked away. The
Chile thing was good, but there wasn't
too much we wanted to skate. We
skate pits; these guys do street gaps,
and it kind of felt like we were in the
wrong crew. We made it out of
Santiago, although there were some
problems on the airplane with some
old German war criminal fucks on their
way back home to Buenos Aires.
Clockwise from left: In Chile for
three days, Spiro smudges up a
Valparaíso neighborhood. Postcard
from oblivion. Back alley blast-off by
Patricio Albornoz. "I must break you."
Whoa man, crazy lights, dude.