Skunk #2 by luke london

Skunk skateboard magazine issue 2

free prize inside! Skunk Skateboard Magazine Winter 2005 Volume 1, Issue 2 4 jack talks shit

18 don't mess with texas...

34 hot chicks and the men who love them

5 cut along line, paste to locker

24 dave carnie’s gettin’ old

36 wearing pants is smart

28 boards, beers and bitches

39 munzy gets wasted

12 benji meyers weiner

Jack Boyd Editor

sam mcguire

Drunk Dials at 4am & Lies about the Time

Nikki Townsend Raddest Chick In MN Keeps Jack’s Head From Exploding

Luke Hunt Art Director Charms Women with His Design Skills & Fancy Accent

Sam McGuire Staff Photographer Watch out for dance floor groping!

Nicole Neally Staff Writer Former Oregon bridge troll who likes to play air guitar

Jack Hegerle Staff Illustrator

Contributing Writers Terese Elhard Brian Perry

Staple Gun Publishing™

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Has only 12 Friends on MySpace

Chad Benson spins a frontside nollie fakie tailslide revert.

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Spencer Pratti, Iowan couch potato, switch backside heelflip.

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free prize inside! Skunk Skateboard Magazine Winter 2005 Volume 1, Issue 2 4 jack talks shit

18 don't mess with texas...

34 hot chicks and the men who love them

5 cut along line, paste to locker

24 dave carnie’s gettin’ old

36 wearing pants is smart

28 boards, beers and bitches

39 munzy gets wasted

12 benji meyers weiner

Jack Boyd Editor

sam mcguire

Drunk Dials at 4am & Lies about the Time

Nikki Townsend Raddest Chick In MN Keeps Jack’s Head From Exploding

Luke Hunt Art Director Charms Women with His Design Skills & Fancy Accent

Sam McGuire Staff Photographer Watch out for dance floor groping!

Nicole Neally Staff Writer Former Oregon bridge troll who likes to play air guitar

Jack Hegerle Staff Illustrator

Contributing Writers Terese Elhard Brian Perry

Staple Gun Publishing™

sam mcguire

Has only 12 Friends on MySpace

Chad Benson spins a frontside nollie fakie tailslide revert.

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Spencer Pratti, Iowan couch potato, switch backside heelflip.

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field report

introduction So much for producing six issues this year. It’s a good thing no one actually subscribed to this thing, they would have been completely screwed (see advertisement page 27). Thanks to some hot wiring of our staffing device we’ll be serving up five issues to you troublesome crows this year. About the only difficulty with this particular mag is lining up cover artists and an interview with someone that doesn’t have the personality of a brick wall. As you may or may not know, even really good skateboarders are sometimes really fucking boring.

With that said let us proceed with our second issue. Hopefully you find something worth your while and if you don’t, tough tits. Jack Boyd

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Another issue would be hired hands. Regardless of how many people say that they are super stoked and psyched to help out and contribute, you usually still end up pissing in the wind. On top of that, we don’t have any money so we ain’t hiring shit. We have however, been quite lucky to come across some great personalities in these past months that have agreed to jump aboard and help man ship, while some of us simply lurk in the dark shadows of the lower rowing deck and take all the credit.

Probably the only skateboarder, not in the military, to have visited Jordan since the US occupation. Ben Ragsdale is used to adapting to his surroundings. Here he adapts a blunt fakie.

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Luke Hunt, the founder of Rainbow Skate finds himself skating a rainbow shaped obstacle with this super crailslide.

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field report

With that said let us proceed with our second issue. Hopefully you find something worth your while and if you don’t, tough tits. Jack Boyd

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Probably the only skateboarder, not in the military, to have visited Jordan since the US occupation. Ben Ragsdale is used to adapting to his surroundings. Here he adapts a blunt fakie.

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Luke Hunt, the founder of Rainbow Skate finds himself skating a rainbow shaped obstacle with this super crailslide.

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Stethoscope or ipod?, you decide. Uli Marin kickflip board, for sure.

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This warehouse spot is sizzlin hot, Chris Montgomery utilizes the industrial strength hand fan to keep his backside smith cool.

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In Iowa farmers and skaters have got serious beef. Here Jackson Roman blunt fakies in the aftermath of the Battle for Cedar Rapids skatepark

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Stethoscope or ipod?, you decide. Uli Marin kickflip board, for sure.

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This warehouse spot is sizzlin hot, Chris Montgomery utilizes the industrial strength hand fan to keep his backside smith cool.

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In Iowa farmers and skaters have got serious beef. Here Jackson Roman blunt fakies in the aftermath of the Battle for Cedar Rapids skatepark

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The local Farmers didn't understand Paul Marinâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s frontside 5.0, so they threw flaming potatoes at him.

Nick Riley celebrates sping break with a crooks gone wild.

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The local Farmers didn't understand Paul Marinâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s frontside 5.0, so they threw flaming potatoes at him.

Nick Riley celebrates sping break with a crooks gone wild.

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joe blum

The hicks at this car garage sold Eddie Korchendorfer a lemon, he returns the favor with a beefy kickflip

Adam Dalen is a hippy. He hates modern technology including chairs. Tre flip

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Chad Benson is scared of electricity boxes. Escape by Ollie, where most choose to grind.

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joe blum

The hicks at this car garage sold Eddie Korchendorfer a lemon, he returns the favor with a beefy kickflip

Adam Dalen is a hippy. He hates modern technology including chairs. Tre flip

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Chad Benson is scared of electricity boxes. Escape by Ollie, where most choose to grind.

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benji meyer is a weiner introduction by jack boyd, photography by sam mcguire

I don’t know Benji all that well. The first time I ever met him was when he came to a video premiere that I was putting on for Stacked, a small self-proclaimed “clothing company”. I remember thinking “Holy fuck, Meyer is here!” It would be like Biggie Smalls showing up to your keg party. Okay, maybe more like Ice T, but either way, the Midwest cinematographer heavyweight actually drove two-and-a-half hours to come to the premiere of our stupid video. Of course we still made him pay to get in. I didn’t want him to think that we thought he was the shit or anything, being as how he was in our neck of woods and all. Afterwards he lied to me and said the video was good. Benji refused to do an interview for this retrospect at first because “I don’t know…people just aren’t going to want to read…” and then he trailed off into some undertone weirdness that made me feel uncomfortable and want to get off the phone. We even put Nikki, our resident hot chick on the job. We keep Nikki around just because these dudes always come through for her when I can’t get shit outta them, but Benji even backed out on her interview. So I asked him to just answer five questions, over email that required barely any hard thinking or pondering at all. He agreed to that and of course, respectively bowed out again. His explanation-over the email, as he obviously doesn’t have the heart to let someone down over the phone or real life time- was: “Sorry, let’s do an interview after the video. Shot 22 hrs yesterday. I’ll be a better person to interview then. I’ll buy you a Blatz mini keg for your troubles.” This literally hours before we were due to go to print.So with that you’re just going to have to take his friends’ words for it.

Brian Perry, Hardflip.com Founder You know how some people are super positive and outgoing and you find yourself feeding off their energy? Well Benji Meyer is not one of those people. He’s unique because he can find the stupidity in anything yet people still feed off him. His glass is half empty and he revels in it. He can be crabby and negative and when you leave you feel inspired to do something with your life. I was defending him once to someone who didn’t like him and they asked me if I was gay for Benji. After re-reading this first paragraph I can kinda see why he said that. I first heard of Benji around the Midopoly stage (1999). I thought the video was great but back then I never really thought about the guys holding the cameras. The following year he did Anonymous. This was the same year I started hardflip.com so I wanted to get in touch with him about doing some cross promotions. He told me it was too late to get my logo on the cover of his box and he sounded like pretty much a dick so I just let it go. Then a few days later he called me back and said he recreated the cover with the logo and wanted to get together and chat. I was living in uptown (Minneapolis) so I told him to stop by. I don’t remember what we talked about, but I remember he wouldn’t leave. He sat on my couch just talking about random shit for hours. He would start talking about some great idea and within five minutes he’d talk himself out of it because he thought it was stupid. It’s a good filter to have I guess. He processes a ton of ideas and being able to dump the bad ones is a must. Eventually he just sat there not saying anything but not moving either. I kept heading toward the door, even kinda with my hand on the knob but he just stayed on the couch oblivious to my body language. He was an interesting dude but skunk12

more than anything I wanted him out of my apartment. Eventually he left, but this ritual happened again on several occasions. Each time I felt like I understood him a little better. The video came out and did pretty well although he lost money on the deal. This also became a ritual for Benji. His next video was my favorite (and his too), Shitheads, Vol 8. It was a bit more impromptu and not quite as trick oriented as most videos. At this time I had gotten him a job with me at Minneapolis’ City Pages doing porno ads. I’m not kidding. It was hilarious. These hookers come in to place their ads in the paper and they’d drop off their photos so Benji could make X-rated ads for them to go online (tcuncovered.com). There would be these crappy photos with notes on them like ‘make look sexy.’ I used to have to proof his ads (which I didn’t pay too much attention to) so Benji would fuck with me by adding lines like ‘Free Samples’ or ‘Free Oil Change!’. This was also around the time we started thebenjimeyer.com without his knowledge. Benji captures natural stupidity better than anyone I’ve met. He seems to be filming even when he doesn’t have his camera with him. We used to eat lunch at this pizza place all the time because the manager was about 4’8” with this crazy moustache and would harass the women working there. We’d go there just to watch him. He uses his appreciation for the ridiculous in his videos too. He’ll hear a song and when he describes what he sees in his head to accompany the tune you wonder how the fuck he comes up with it. Lots of filmers can get lines or tricks and cut them together but Benji adds an element of his personality that comes across in all his videos. Which brings us to his

newest video, Weekend Warriors. He got the idea in his head about how most skaters have to have jobs to support their habits. And most of their jobs suck. That’s the basic outline filled with a ton of great skating. He had told me at the start of Weekend Warriors that this would be his last video. He was getting sick of putting so much effort into something that at best may break even money wise. But yesterday at lunch he was all excited about how well it’s going so I asked if he still planned on quitting. “Fuck no”, he said. He feels comfortable behind the camera and is a natural filmmaker. He even talked about the idea of creating an actual ‘film’ rather than a skate video. I think it’s a great idea. His theory is that Hollywood sucks anyway so it seems to him that pretty much anyone can make a film. Hard to argue.

benji meyer is a weiner introduction by jack boyd, photography by sam mcguire

Rob Sissi, Nike SB

Dan Jackson, Handler of Business

He’ll tell you the trick you just struggled with for 2 hours looks like shit, he’ll say he’s going to Rochester when he doesn’t want to film and he’ll make eating a priority before skating. He also happens to be a damn good filmer/editor and has a way of making others look good. Kind of what a Kanye West or Dr Dre will do for some shitty group, Benji will do for your skating. Shit, he’s even got a few people thinking I can actually skate. Only someone with a real gift could do that. He’s been a backbone for the old and the new skaters of the Midwest and has given us countless great vids to look back on when we’re all arthritic and in wheelchairs. So buy this guy a cold boy when you see him, you know he ain’t paying.

Benji Meyer has done as much for Minnesota skating as anyone. He took the simple act of filming friends tooling around on a skateboard and pushed it to a level acceptable to skateboard industry standards. That push played a huge part in getting some of our local names recognized on a world-wide level, while providing a multi-media snack to feed the younger generations of locals. As he and the local scene have grown, you have to expect the growing pains that inevitably come. More talent + higher standards = less time to spend filming the session at the curb-high manual pad. I know Benji has had the unenviable task of telling some good skateboarders that what they want to film isn’t worth it. We are all better in our minds and Benji has had to be

that person to filter the best stuff out of our local pool. It hurts sometimes, but take a quick second to see it from his side: he films at every imaginable hour of the day, he has 20 people a day calling him to film at different spots, he has to sit there for hours on end waiting for us dipshits to land a trick, he has to concentrate on every attempt or risk missing the make, and, it’s not a job that translates into a steady income, especially factoring the equipment and travel expenses. I personally feel lucky that I was friends with him before he started filming, so I got in on the ground floor. Benji has backed me from 8mm to hi-8 to digital. Thanks Benji, for infinite hours pushing stop and start on a video camera, but more importantly, thanks for being a friend and going through this skateboard life together. Andy Paulsen, Real Estate Agent I’ve known Mr. Meyer for about 6 or 7 years now. When I first met him he wasn’t the famous filmer we know him as today. Oh no. Benji’s skills as an editor and filmmaker have come a long way. Any one who has seen his films could see that for them selves. Benji has had an amazing impact on the skate scene here in the Midwest. He is recognized in this small but noticed community of skaters. His films have brought together a lot of people for one common cause, Bangers. I think the raddest part of Benji and filming is he knows the people he skates with. Take me for example. I could go to a spot and try some trick, next thing you know he’s suggesting some thing completely different that I hadn’t thought of that fits my style and ability. On a personal level, Benji and I had the pleasure of residing in the Holtan Hideout for a year and since then we’ve gotten to be good friends away from the skating. It’s nice to get older and have things to talk about other than skating. I’m looking forward to Weekend Warriors. I have become one of them. Josh Holton, Former Roommate Benji Joe (not Joseph) Meyer and I met on one of the Plainview Posse’s excursions into the big city-Rochester, MN, in the early Nineties. Benji, Nick Squires and Scotty “Pard” Bratberg would come into town to shred some authentic urban concrete. Plainview is about twenty miles outside of Rochester and is not known for it’s plethora of spots; the wheelchair access at the Muni Liquor store and the bank curbs made up half of the spots I ever skated there so it was only natural that they head for larger towns. This was the heyday of Plan B

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and New Deal, a time when many were scurrying about attempting once-in-ablue-moon tricks like stab-in noseslide to fakie nose grind to switch frontside shove-it, which is pretty tough when you can’t see your board due to your drape like Eight Ball jeans and painstakingly stretched out Andy Howell t-shirt. Dudes in the early Nineties could have gone sailboarding by just holding their arms up had their wheels been large enough. Questionable and other amazing videos had us skating in circles trying to keep up with the six to twelve month old footage we were seeing from the Fertile Crescent of Skateboarding: California. A few years passed, and graduation loomed with me formulating a plan to get an apartment. I ended up having Benji as a roommate for the next ten years in various skate house incarnations culminating with the purchase of my first house in 2000. That may seem like a long time but it flew past. Writing this in South Minneapolis where I now live with my girlfriend takes me back to those days when the only thing that mattered was skating and girls (or the opportunity to

complain about them). In our first apartment Benji, Nick and I found out that even in a town of eighty thousand people in the Midwest you can find a heroin addict landlord to rent above. He would let random dudes sleep in the basement laundry room. We also found out it was fun to film skateboarding and we messed around with fledgling footy in the TCI Cable editing bay under the guise of “a school project”. The initial results of those efforts can be seen in Benji’s “Feature Film” (unreleased) and my alpha and omega, “Poached” (extremely limited distribution, six UFO footage quality copies made, none currently in our hands). Both of these will be included in the eagerly awaited “Weekend Warriors” DVD in 2006. As you can tell, I stuck with trying to capture my eccentric steez on the business end of the camera after Poached (with limited success-I just saw one of my video parts on clearance in a bin at the car wash). B Meyer has been going strong ever since then, taking his interest in skateboarding and video work and combining them like a Reese’s

Peanut Butter Cup of local shredding coverage and the tongue-in-cheek approach to skate videos that some of his peers lose sight of: This isn’t the Olympics. If you aren’t having fun, WHY ARE YOU DOING IT? I see Benji on more of a monthly basis now, but as time goes by I find we have more and more to gripe about and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hope someday we can be found on a porch somewhere, reciting lines from old skate videos and complaining about “kids these days”. Mike Munzenrider, Featured Jerk Everything you’ve read about Benji Meyer is true. Yes, he has been known to edit for days on end fueled by amphetamines. He also employs sun lamps to simulate continuous daylight while on those incredible binges. It’s true that he keeps his non filming hand in a latex glove filled with Vaseline, so that his future wife will not have to deal with the horror of his other hand, grizzled from years of wielding the VX 1000. That “filming workout” you read about on the message boards, is also all

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Rob Sissi, Nike SB

Dan Jackson, Handler of Business

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factual. I’ve seen the bronze VX that he uses, no fewer than 200 reps a day man. Even down to the story of his conceptionon the 4 at the FED (which was filmed from no less than 2 angles), is no myth, it’s historical fact. The guy lives, breathes, and somehow even eats filming and editing. Believe the hype. Aside from the more spectacular lore that surrounds Benji Meyer, there are other details about him, though not nearly as epic, that are even more important to understanding what makes him tick. I’ve lived with Meyer for almost five years now, and I know a thing or two about him that the papers tend not to report on. Benji is a perfectionist, sometimes to a fault. He can also act like a real artist jerk, and won’t hesitate to focus any inanimate equipment that doesn’t perform up to par. Also, I don’t recommend calling him up to film if you don’t have a plan, and if you do have a plan, don’t show up late. That’ll get you crossed of the list before you even know you’re on it. Really though, trying to talk shit on the guy is pretty difficult. Benji’s pursuit of perfection has churned out many a video over the past 10 years, and we can all be thankful for that. That artist streak in Meyer ensures that he continues to shoot video better than most guys that are paid to do it. From my standpoint, it’s a tough enough job trying to film one video part on two people’s schedules, I couldn’t imagine shooting an entire video on everyone’s schedule, let alone having done it several times in the past and still being up to the task. It’s tough writing something about someone who I know so well, and keeping it from sounding like every other write up. Yeah, Benji’s rad, and that’s why he’s being featured in this here issue of Skunk. His videos are rad too, even more reasons for you to want to read about him. Slap him a high five next time you see him. Oh, and if he wasn’t amazing enough, I forgot to mention that he was also key grip on the set of “Roadhouse”. It just keeps getting better, doesn’t it? Meyer’s newest video, Weekend Warriors is coming out some time in January. A hard date has not been set. Check www.platinumseagulls.com for more information.

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the timeline feature film 1995

poached 1996

apocalypse 1997

copies: 1 featuring: josh holtan, dan jackson, nick squires and chad benson. copies: 4 featuring: dan jackson, josh holtan, nick squires and chad benson copies: 40 featuring: chad benson, todd brown, ryan hansen, josh holtan and friends.

roots promo 1998

copies: 10 featuring the roots team at the time: john vang, josh holtan, nick squires, dan jackson, todd brown, ryan hansen, chad benson and tony buckland.

midopoly 1999

copies: questionable featuring parts: chad benson and clint peterson. plus many, many more...

anonymous 2000

shitheads vol.8 2001 weekend warriors 2005

copies: 3,000 featuring parts: steve nesser, elijah collard, neal erickson, ryan hansen and chad benson. also featuring: clint peterson, seth mccallum, rob sissi, emeric pratt, mike munzenrider and dan jackson. plus many, many more... copies: 1,000 featuring: a lot of people... copies: yet to be seen featuring: mike munzenrider, nate compher, jeff baumen, dan jackson, chad benson and jamiel nowparvar. plus many, many more...

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the timeline feature film 1995

poached 1996

apocalypse 1997

roots promo 1998

copies: 10 featuring the roots team at the time: john vang, josh holtan, nick squires, dan jackson, todd brown, ryan hansen, chad benson and tony buckland.

midopoly 1999

copies: questionable featuring parts: chad benson and clint peterson. plus many, many more...

anonymous 2000

shitheads vol.8 2001 weekend warriors 2005

michael sieben is a machine jack boyd and nikki townsend

I know you’re a busy guy. What are you currently actively working on? New board graphics for Bueno, an article for Thrasher, and a collaborative drawing book with Travis Millard that Volcom is publishing. Oh, and I’ve been thinking about mowing my yard for about the last month or so. And what are you actually the most excited about? Why? Probably the drawing book. I’ve never had a book before. Travis and I were originally going to make a drawing zine and now it’s going to be a book. Shit, I’m pretty blown away by that. Thanks Mike Aho. How did the launch of Bueno come about? Was it your idea or were you approached by someone? Stacy Lowery called and asked if I would be interested in being the art director of a new project he was starting through Giant. He said I could have total creative freedom and that I could stay in Texas. Giant flew me out so I could meet everybody and after two days I left feeling really good about the whole thing so I said yes. I’ve been involved since the beginning stages though, so at this point I consider the project to be collaboration between Stacy, Giant and myself.

Your top three board graphics of all time... 1. Per Welinder viking skull graphic, the first one with the flat color background by VCJ. (1984) 2. “Welcome Back Kelch” graphic (1993?) I don’t know who designed it. 3. Any of those Alien Workshop “Creeps Series” boards that Pendleton did. I wish I’d bought that whole series. (2001 maybe?) Is it safe to say that you’re making a living off of your art now? Right now, yes. And I’m very thankful for all of the support and help I’ve received along the way. Thanks everybody. Nothing is a privilege and nobody is owed anything. Any particular vices or obsessive compulsive disorders you would care to elaborate on? We all know a lot of you dudes find your “inspiration” somewhere other than a sober mind... I don’t mind sipping on a bottle of wine while I’m painting. Has your style been influenced by any scary childhood moments or traumatic experiences?

Did you expect to grow up and be designing decks?

Yes. My mom had cancer pretty much the whole time I was a child and she died when I was 15. Then two years later my brother died from an asthma attack. That was pretty much enough trauma to tap into for a lifetime of art making.

I guess I hoped that I would. I figured I’d either be doing that, or airbrushing dune buggy hoods. With like, dudes waterskiing on the backs of dolphins and wicked shit like that.

What did your parents think of your art growing up? What do they think of it now?

Did you have artists in the skate world you looked up to growing up? Sure. Pushead, VCJ, Neil Blender, GSD, Andy Howell, Gonz, Templeton, Jim Phillips, Andy Jenkins, pretty much the usual cast of characters. I grew up in a small town in Texas, so the only guys I ever heard of were the dudes in magazines (and videos). Who are some of your favorite guys right now? Jeremy Fish, Don Pendleton, Travis Millard, Maya Hayuk, Lori D, Ashley Macomber, Jeff Soto, Todd Bratrud, Craig Metzger, Mike Aho, Roger Seliner. This is by no means a complete list, but some of these dudes would kick my ass if I didn’t say their names. (Those dudes in the previous list are all still on this list too.)

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My dad has always been really supportive. I think he’s really happy for me that I’m not still working in a cubicle doing technical illustrations. Because now we get to have lunch together on Fridays. What does the future look like for Bueno? Now that it’s available to the general skateboarding public, how are things going? Well, I skated with the Bueno Brigade today and they were all doing bad ass tricks and shit, so I’d say everything is on track. Oh, and I’ve been drawing completely badical graphics too, so that shit’s covered. So as far as I can tell, things are going fairly kick dick. I think we’re all just getting warmed up. We’ll be full blown retarded in no time.

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Did you expect to grow up and be designing decks?

I guess I hoped that I would. I figured I’d either be doing that, or airbrushing dune buggy hoods. With like, dudes waterskiing on the backs of dolphins and wicked shit like that.

What did your parents think of your art growing up? What do they think of it now?

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How did your working at Thrasher come about? Basically through these weird zines I used to make. One was called Keg Party and I made it with my friend Lee. The other was called Programmed from India and I made it with this dude named David Dittmeyer. I gave Ed Templeton a bunch of copies and he showed them to Michael Burnett and I guess Michael Burnett must have been drinking too much or doped out on drugs or something because he told me he could get me a job with Thrasher if I was into the idea. I was into the idea. Thanks Ed and Mike. What is it like working for Phelps? You don’t think he’ll kick your ass for appearing here do you? Actually I hadn’t even met Phelps until about a month ago, but we really hit it off. I think he’s got my back now, so I hope he doesn’t kick my ass for appearing here. because I just recently got unafraid of him.

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Thrasher is kind of a big deal. How does it affect your other work and vice-versa? Is there ever any overlap at all?

How does living in Texas work out when a lot of your work seems to be based in California?

How about Programmed From India? Really entertaining stuff. You planning to work on any other zines in the future?

I think there’s overlap between all the stuff I do. My writing ultimately affects my paintings and my paintings affect my drawings and graphics, and that affects what kind of taco I order at the taqueria. What were we talking about? Oh yeah, Thrasher. Yeah, Thrasher is bad to the buns.

Email, instant messaging, 350 dollar phone bills, frequent flights to California. I guess it works out because (for now) I don’t want to leave my home. I grew up in Texas and it’s a really comfortable environment for me to be creative in. I think not moving to California has forced me to hustle a little more to get my name in front of people, but I don’t mind hustling. It beats watching people playing cards on television. I kind of like the isolation too.

Yeah, I think I might make a zine about airbrushed dune buggies.

Tell us about Camp Fig. How did that come about and how involved are you with the gallery?

And finally- do you have any good advice or anecdotes for us?

Being that Thrasher is kind of the Icon of skateboarding, is working there what I dream of it being like? I don’t know; I’ve never been to Thrasher. Pretty much Michael Burnett secured my position there and I was completely stoked until the end of time. I’ve been reading Thrasher since I was a very young buck, so it was definitely an honor to join the crew. But I don’t really feel like I work there. More like work with them. I’m like their adopted brother from the South. The one with the underbite.

Camp Fig is an art gallery that I’m a co-owner of here in Austin. The space has been around for a little over three years. We only show work we believe in, whether we think we can make any money off of it or not. It’s pretty much the worst business plan ever written. We love it.

Any other mags you might recommend to our readers? How about Thrasher, Bueno, Volcom, and msieben.com. Wait, some of those aren’t magazines. How about Communication Arts, old copies of Big Brother, and Airbrushed Dune Buggies Digest.

Yeah, remember the time that dude pulled a gun on my stepbrother and me for peeing on the side of his convenience store and discussing whether or not we should steal his “Don’t Mess With Texas” trash can to ollie over? That shit was sick.

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Thrasher is kind of a big deal. How does it affect your other work and vice-versa? Is there ever any overlap at all?

How does living in Texas work out when a lot of your work seems to be based in California?

How about Programmed From India? Really entertaining stuff. You planning to work on any other zines in the future?

Yeah, I think I might make a zine about airbrushed dune buggies.

Tell us about Camp Fig. How did that come about and how involved are you with the gallery?

And finally- do you have any good advice or anecdotes for us?

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horse cum, whale cock and bomb threats jack chats with

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Like I had mentioned in the introduction to this issue, lining up a decent personality for an interview can be quite the task. The majority of professional skateboarding interviews are boring. You have the Jim Greco kind, which is usually entertaining because you know he’ll be talking about his drug use and fucked up days. Then you have your PLG’s. Who’s PLG? Exactly. Some dudes just are not interesting to us lay persons. I used to send Dave writing submissions when he was heading up Big Brother. Other times I would shoot over emails telling him about a certain book he should check out. The cool thing is that every time, no matter how lame or bothersome my messages might have been, I would get a response back. It’s a very rare thing to find someone in a position like that who isn’t up on a high horse lamely waving to all us commoners as they make their way back to the castle. Granted, they never seen the light of day because they sucked, but he was always at least cool enough to hit me back and not mention how bad they were. Anyways, Dave is interesting so you should read this interview. Few would probably like to admit that this bearded brut has done more for skateboarding than he’s given credit for. During his reign at BB he kept companies on their toes and people (professionals and industry heads alike) afraid of what exploits or stupidly misplaced words would end up in print. He asked the questions that most others would avoid in fear of losing advertising dollars or hurting someone’s oh-so-gentle-feelings. He continued to give church moms something to bitch about and gave a little bit of skateboarding back to us dirty peckers that were starting to feel like onlookers at a little league game. Welcome to a (as opposed to the) David Ross Carnie Interview.

Are you sick of skateboarding yet? What’s funny is I was staying at a friend’s house a couple weeks ago and when I woke up the first thing I saw was his skateboard leaning up against the wall. He’s had that same board for a couple years now. Needless to say, he doesn’t skate anymore. But what bummed me out was: that’s his LAST BOARD. And every skater is going to, at some point, have a last board. But no, I’m not sick of skateboarding. I’ll be a skateboarder the rest of my life, but I’m coming to the end. Skateboarding hurts. And I like to be good at everything I do, and unfortunately I’m not very good at skateboarding anymore. And that’s really frustrating to me. I’ve been skating for almost 30 years and I’ve had more

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than my fair share of successes and failures, so it doesn’t bother me that much. I’ve just had so many fucking injuries that getting on a skateboard is kind of a frightening thing these days. I can’t afford to get hurt and my body just can’t handle it anymore. Like my arm flies out of the socket like nothing. So I have to wear this fucking shoulder strap thing to hold it in place. I call it “my bra.” So going skateboarding these days is kind of a production. I just skated the park for the first time in two months yesterday because I had broken something in my foot. I don’t know how. It happened one drunken night. I could walk, but skateboarding was excruciating. Anyway, I’m totally ripping again. Totally.

Then was the last time you skated a handrail or ollied a set of stairs? Dude, are you joking me? I have a rod in my leg that goes from my ankle to the knee. It hurts to just run out of something on tranny. Which is what I skate. When street skating was in its infancy in the 80s, we street skated all over San Jose. That’s just what you did when you weren’t skating a ramp or a pool or something. And during that time I skated stairs, curbs, whatever. And I did one handrailing. It was in like 1986 or something? In San Diego. They were still new and it was just crazy to think that you could jump up onto a handrailing. And there was this small one by Mark Waters’ house. I think it was like four stairs, six stairs. And we all gathered

around it and decided to give this new handrail thing a try. We all eventually made a boardslide on it. So yeah that’s about the extent of my experience with modern street skating. All I can really say is, yeah, I did a handrailing before you did. But that’s about it.

“It was just crazy to think that you could jump up onto a handrailing.” How is it writing for the Skateboard Mag as opposed to being the editor at BB? Do they ever try and make you tone your material down or cut out the meaty parts? Yeah, but I had to tone my stuff at Big Brother as well. But this isn’t my mag, it’s their mag, and I know what kind of things freak them out and I just don’t go there. There’s been a couple of occasions where they’ve asked me to take things out. Like in the Duane Peters interview there was a whole part about how he uses the word “nigger” like you and I would use the word “fuck.” Well, let’s just say there were a couple people

on staff who were very, very offended by that. And were actually mad at me. I was like, “Hey, I didn’t say it, he did. I’m just writing about my experience with Duane.” No they didn’t like that one bit. So I took it out. Another time, I had kind of gone overboard on three different stories. It wasn’t so much the stories themselves that bothered them, but they didn’t like the sheer volume of naughtiness I had written. It was like, gnarly, gnarly, and gnarly. And so they asked me to take out one of the gnarlies. I don’t remember what the other stories were, but the one I took out was about Chris Pontius drinking horse cum in Argentina. Your folks ever read some of your material or interviews? My mom does. She’s cool with it now. Especially since a bunch of her old lady/art friends are “big fans” of my writing. I have no idea how they got into reading Big Brother. But it was that whole, “Oh my gosh, your son is sooo talented!” And that made her proud. Before they hated it. I don’t know how they got a hold of it, but they saw the first Big Brother video SHIT, and my mom said, “Your father and I are very, very, very disappointed.” That’s three very’s.

What were you like as a kid and then coming up through your teenage years? Were you picked on? I was very fat. I weighed over 300 pounds. I had an eating disorder. No. I like the “were you picked on” part. No, I wasn’t picked on. In fact I was coddled. I was a little punk rocker. With pretty much the same stupid attitude I have now. I read a lot of books and thought I was smarter than everybody else. I also hated just about everybody. But I was really young for my age. Like I didn’t start to go through puberty until I was around 17, 18. So I was the darling of all the older punkers that I hung out with. The dudes protected me and the girls would stroke my crew cut. Have you kept in touch with Larry (Flynt)? No. I’m more interested in stalking Morrissey than some fat old cripple. One would imagine that you would have received a lifetime subscription as part of a severance package... I love Larry Flynt, but fuck that place. There were a lot of reasons why Big Brother died, but one of the main ones was LFP’s management of the magazine. Which was nonexistent. They didn’t give

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us any help at all. They just expected this random little skateboard magazine in a sea of magazines to just kind of sell itself. Which, remarkably, it did for years. But unlike porn, you kind of have to advertise and market the product you’re selling. They refused to put money into skateboarding, give us a decent budget or even help us make merchandise like t-shirts and stickers. So, yeah, a free subscription? No. That’s a very tight and squeaky business they got over there. Although I do kind of miss the days when porn would stream across my desk every ten minutes.

committed a lot of money to the mag and can absorb the losses for a few years. I think skateboarding needs another Steve Rocco. We’ve gave our part back to skateboarding, it’s time for someone else to step up and do it. What’s up with the Whale Cock Skateboard and Harpoon Company? I like to think of Whale Cock as much like the whole Daggers thing. Only Whale Cock is like Dagger-lite. And by that I mean, we like to party, but we also like to stop partying. Those fucking Dagger dudes just don’t stop. I don’t know how

“I do kind of miss the days when porn would stream across my desk every ten minutes” How did BB actually come about? Were involved with it from the beginning or did you come into the fold a little later on? This story has been told a million times, but basically TWS and Thrasher had grown stale and they wouldn’t print Rocco’s fucked up World Industry ads. So he said, fuck it, I’ll start my own magazine. Thus, Big Brother was born. I was in college at the time and a friend of a friend suggested that I meet Tremaine and everybody and submit some photos. Which I did, and I had my first photo printed in issue two. From there it was kind of off and on and I didn’t even write anything until issue 12 I think. I just became gradually more and more involved until I eventually became editor in chief. And then the ship sank. What would you say the skateboard media lost with the demise of the magazine? I think something was definitely lost, but at the same time I think Big Brother was more or less done. I think we had run our course. Like I said, we were all getting on and while I think every issue had at least something in there that would make you laugh or crap your pants or whatever, it was time to pass the torch. And so, yeah, I think there’s something missing in skateboarding. There can never be another Big Brother, but there needs to be something in the same spirit as Big Brother created by the kids that are out there skating now. I was talking to Crail Tap for a little while there in helping them start a magazine, but that never happened. And unfortunately I don’t think it is going to happen in any form. Skateboarding can’t sustain another magazine right now. There’s not enough advertising dollars to go around. It’s astounding that Slap and Skateboarder are even still around. But then Slap is just a big tax write off and will never go away (most ads in Slap, if not all, aren’t paid for, they’re part of a Thrasher package deal) and Skateboarder is part of Primedia who is huge and they’ve skunk26

they do it. As Weiss said, “When the world ends there will only be two things left: cockroaches and Dave Duncan.” Anyway, Whale Cock is about to breech the surface once again. Jason Jessee was doing it, but really not doing it. And he kept all the money it made, which wasn’t much from what I understand. Now I’m partnering up with my friend Doug Johnson that runs Autobahn wheels. We’re gearing up to make a couple boards and some shirts and shit. Should eventually be available at www.whalecockskateboards.com and at fine skateboard boutiques everywhere. How is Gary holding up these days? Gary is fine, thanks for asking. May 29 was his ninth birthday. We had a big party. Which he hated.

Could you ever bring another cat into your household as long as he’s around? NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT. This is Gary’s house. And frankly it’s fascinating to watch him. He’s really weird and he shows his dominance in some really surprising ways. Like he knows I’m the dude here, the alpha male, but I think he looks at Tania as his bitch. And Tania wants a dog, a wiener dog, and I want her to have her own pet here, but we’re worried Gary will tear the thing to pieces. I did buy a couple of hamsters though for Tania’s birthday. Stop Teasing Tito and Stop Cheesing Cheeto. Or Tito and Cheeto. They sleep in a burrito. They’re bitches. They bite and shit. And Gary gets up on the shelf and bats at the cage every once in awhile. Who else are you writing for these days besides the mag? Nobody really. Me and Nieratko are starting a new magazine called THE FUTURE. And MTV is going to film the making of it. Basically Big Brother without the skateboarding.

“Have you ever been punched really fucking hard? It doesn’t hurt that much.”

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Yeah, but the funny thing about skateboarders is what little bitches they are. Usually no one calls you up and threatens you, but you hear so and so is upset about what you wrote. So I’d always confront them or call them and just be like, “What’s up?” That usually diffuses the situation. There’s been quite a few. The NorCal dudes are especially sensitive to criticism. And I have an advantage: I’m not scared of getting beat up. Once you realize that most people are scared of fighting, or will do almost anything to avoid a fight, shit gets a lot easier. Have you ever been punched really fucking hard? It doesn’t hurt that much. What’s your take on the world today? You think we’re totally fucked and heading for a doomsday? Doomsday? What are you talking about? America is so fucking awesome. It’s never been better. I wish every country was as cool as it is here. If you’re not down with that, I’ll bomb your ass.

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back yard ramp jam introduction by luke hunt

Sometimes the hardest times in your life produce the most beautiful ideas. To say the very least 2004 was a particularly hard year for me. My head had imploded and my body took a shit in the crater that was left on my shoulders. So there I was,

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staring at the blue default screen of a macintosh computer, in a beige cubicle, downtown Minneapolis, when it all came together. That year I attended a couple of events that seemed so far away from what really matters â&#x20AC;&#x201C; skateboarding.

My concept was to do something that would bring all the people I knew through skateboarding in the Twin Cities together. No cash purse, one ups, crying or parents. Just skateboarding, drinking, metal, BBQ, screams and laughter. This

lead to a beer breakfast and a convoy of cars tooling around Minneapolis skating into the early hours. The first year was a success or a disaster depending on which side of the fence you stand, so it felt natural to do it all again.

This yearâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s event saw the addition of a school bus with two girls on board, a slip and slide and a new white ramp. Pabst Blue Ribbon and Red Bull kept everyone dehydrated in the 90+ degree conditions. Many thanks to Dan the bus

driver, the sponsors, but my respect goes out to Dusty, who was the last stop of the day and host of the after party. Dusty lost two grandparents that week and still came through to host one of the best parties of 2005.

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matthew jenkins

nate reimman

If you drank 4 PBRâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s at breakfast you could do backside bonless reverts, just like Rob Guth.

molly mady

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Josh Folley, night terror, ollie to fakie.

Jeff Chase was at the bus stop trying to get to work. We picked him up and he did this frontside melon in return.

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If you drank 4 PBRâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s at breakfast you could do backside bonless reverts, just like Rob Guth.

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matthew jenkins

Josh Folley, night terror, ollie to fakie.

Jeff Chase was at the bus stop trying to get to work. We picked him up and he did this frontside melon in return.

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Brendon Irish, files away a feeble fakie

The second annual BYRJ was a blast. A beautiful summer day, all the beer you can drink and a school bus to drive you from spot to spot. What a concept. Actually the bus was probably born of necessity since the year before we were getting wasted and racing each other to the next ramp. That was fun and everything but drinking and driving is kinda frowned upon these days. So, this year we could get totally wasted without the fear of jail or death. By the way, Red Bull doesn’t give me wings, it makes me lay in bed until about 4 in the morning and when I finally fall asleep I have nightmares. My cousin married this guy who has ‘night terrors’. I got to witness it once up north. In the middle of the night he started screaming and spitting and flailing around like a trout. It must be awful for him but it’s the funniest fucking thing I’d seen in years. I seriously thought he was murdering my cousin.

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Anyway, we all met up at a restaurant in Northeast Minneapolis for breakfast and an eye opener before piling in the bus for the first stop. Spirits were high as we flew out the emergency door. The poor ramp was 16 feet wide and about 3 feet tall with 30 of us fighting for runs. It was a fun little ramp with tight transitions. Last year we put a little extension on it so this year we pulled a chair up to the coping to see what could be done. Backside boneless revert took the cake. We skipped around town in the bus stopping to session several spots on the map. Big ramps, small ramps, indoor and out. Luke kept the fun rolling on the bus with a bit of gambling for prizes and the dirtballs in back filled the bus with smoke. I was stoked to see so many people out for the adventure. A spontaneous street session broke out at the entrance to a Subway Sandwich shop during a lunch break that was

super rad. Might be an idea for next year - throw in a bank or ledge or something. It gives me a chance to just sit and watch. Ending the day at Dusty’s was rad. Everyone was still going strong on the ramp in his garage. It was a long, fun day of skating and just hanging out with everyone. It’s great to spend the day raising hell with people of like mind. I was super dehydrated but had won about $30 rolling dice so I was happy. London handed out prizes at the end for things like ‘Most Drunk’, ‘Best Beer Gut’ and ‘Worst Slam’. Everyone was stoked. Next year’s event promises to be even better. The 2006 Back Yard Ramp Jam will be Saturday July 8th. Put it on your calendar and come out for a day of good fun. Brian Perry

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Brendon Irish, files away a feeble fakie

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perverts

by nikki townsend and nicole neally

When I was 14 I spent most of my time doing drugs and allowing guys to believe I might hump them, thereby leading them to buy me liquor. For some reason, the best place to engage in these activities was the Beach. Not the sand and water beach, but the whole neighborhood which was about 40 miles from where I was on the day of this story. Obviously, this meant hitchhiking. I was with this girl Christy who hung out with me solely for the novelty of possibly seeing some wild, crazy trouble (she could hold her own, though- that night she left with some Hispanic guy at a hotel party and I didn’t see her again for three years). Anyway, Christy and I start thumbing on the main road exactly two blocks from her parents’ house and sure as shit some guy pulls up in a red pickup saying he’s going to the beach and he’d take us along, but we’d have to ride in the back. We’re stoked: we’ve got a ride (that we don’t even have to interact with) and I’m stoned out of my gourd so the idea of riding in the bed of a Ford Ranger for 45 minutes seems oddly entertaining to me. Like a hayride on Halloween. So Christy and I hop in and get comfortable on the wheel wells, feeling the (50 MPH) wind in our hair. As soon as we get out of the residential area, dude slides open the little pickup window and calls out to me.

I’m not jumping off anything moving faster than the Monorail at Disney World. So what the fuck are we going to do? Fucking, ride it out, what else? For the next 30 miles we chill in the back while dude stares at us in the rearview, spanking the monkey. A couple blocks before our destination, he busts his nut all over himself and, apparently in excitement, slams on the brakes and Christy and I go sliding all over the bed of the truck. I’ve seen less action from guys who are in a bed, actually fucking me. Needless to say, Christy got her action, we lived through that perv and he wouldn’t be the first or last I’d come across. Several years later, I get a stalker. It’s pretty much a given that any (attractive) performance artist will eventually be stalked. There was this guy (who may have lived in my neighborhood, but either way…) who was always lurking. Always a block away, at the next table, at the back of the audience, in the shadows of the liquor store. Well, one nite I’m coming home from a show, feeling pretty amped, with my roommate. We had just moved, so there was no electric yet. The place looked like a gothic squat house where a séance was about to be performed.

“He busts his nut all over himself... I’ve seen less action from guys who are in bed, actually fucking me.” “What are you guys going to the beach for?” Perfectly normal. I tell him we’re looking to party and settle back across from Christy. About 10 miles into the trip he knocks on the window and I go back up. But this time- not perfectly normal. He’s got one hand on the wheel and the other around his cock, asking something about what kind of partying I’m into. I say the drugs and drinking kind and then proceed to tell Christy that sicko’s jerking off up front. Of course, Christy flips out and starts asking me what we’re going to do. Well,

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I start lighting about 666 candles and head over to the windowsill where wax is dripping off the edges. As I light the 3rd, 7th, 12th candle, something starts coming into view. The window was just high enough that I could see The Stalker from the chest up. He’s inches away from me and can see everything in the house (with the candles lit, at least). Can I just ask what the fuck these guys are thinking? I mean, my couch had seen its share of action, a couple broken springs, but what was he really expecting on a Thursday nite? I imagine him hanging out, hearing a low, breathy voice in his head saying “Naughty Nikki

makes Chicken Helper tonite. Hot! Live! And for your pleasure!” and then rushing over to stare in my kitchen window.

“Naughty Nikki makes Chicken Helper tonite. Hot! Live! And for your pleasure!” At this point I’ve had some experience dealing with sickos, so I’m cool. I finish lighting the candle, act like I haven’t noticed him and calmly walk to Claire’s room. I didn’t want to tell her exactly what was going on, lest I be dealing with another Christy-like freakout. So I say, “Claire, we’re going to leave right now. Follow me and when we get out the front door, Fucking RUN To The Car. Claire was such a suburban, cheer squad robot girl that she didn’t even question it. Just did whatever I said. Well, we get to the front of the house and the guy’s just been watching us through the windows, so he’s right at the edge of the porch when we walk out. We fucking HAUL ASS. And HE RUNS AFTER US! But he’s moving like a toddler with these short, sloppy strides because his pants are still at his ankles and he won’t let go off his dick. We get away because, how much speed can you really gather in that position? He made it all the way to the car, and halfway down the road, when I look back, the idiot is standing in the middle of the street, bare-assed, jacking off. Apparently, though, I’m not just cursed with the trauma of forever dealing with gnarly perverts. Or, I’m not the only one, anyway. My girl Nicole has had some fairly disgusting experiences as well…

I had no idea that this world was so full of so many sick-minded perverts roaming the streets and parks until I had a few disturbing encounters while I was out running a few times. Let me enlighten you with a few of my perv encounters…. One day, I was trail running at this amazing park in Portland, over-looking the city on one side and Mt. Hood on the other.. It was a gorgeous, summer day. Families were out picnicking and playing catch with their dogs, hippies were banging their drums and the birds were chirping merrily. I decided to take this trail that wound through the over-grown, moss laden trees and rhododendron bushes. I ran by some families, waved hello and continued to run. Then I looked to my left and out of the corner of my eye, I see this guy and he’s naked! I had to do a double take because I thought I saw him jacking off. So I looked again and he stood up, alert!)

stared right into my eyes with disgusting lust and was totally yanking it, right there in the middle of the park! I yelled, “What the fuck!" and ran so fast. I happened to see this chubby lady in a bright spandex outfit running on the same trail so, I literally grabbed her arm and dragged her with me. I totally scared the shit out of her, but explained what I had just seen in the woods. Then we parted ways and I ran home. When my brain had time to register, I stopped and thought, “Holy shit, I know who that was!” It was totally this guy that skated one of the parks I skated. That really freaked me out because he seemed so normal and he was my age.

and tons of people skating the ledges so I wasn’t too worried about lurkers or night prowlers. It was a beautiful evening and people were hanging out by the fountains, couples were walking and having jolly conversations. I ran about a mile and then I hit this dark part of the river walk and felt kind of skeptical, but I continued to run and all of the sudden I saw this dark figure walking towards me. I didn’t really think too much about it until I could see the freaky dude. He had a big bushy mustache and buck teeth (major pervert alert!) and he was messing with his zipper. I really didn’t know what he was

“He had whipped out his dick and started twanging it around like a rubber hot dog...” doing, but it didn’t look right. I looked Well, two days later I’m skating the park and I look over and Jerk off Jerry shows up. He takes one look at me and jets in like two seconds. He knew it was me that was running. I never saw that bastard again. I think he split town after that because he probably would have severely had his ass kicked. I mean, did he just wake up one morning and think, “Hmm.. I’m gonna go jack off in the park today?” My second encounter was at night. I was going to go running on the river walk downtown. It was always well-lit and there were a lot of runners, walker

away and then looked back. He had whipped out his dick and started twanging it around like a rubber hot dog and was looking right at me! I booked so fast, running faster I’ve ever run in my life. I was wishing I had a dagger or a switchblade; I would have stabbed that filthy penis! When I finally got to my house, I laid on my floor huffing and puffing. I thought I was going to puke because I ran so fast. I was so creeped out by my second pedophile incident just two weeks since the first one. At least it was just a brief sighting and I didn’t get raped or stabbed, but it really freaked me out. So I’ve learned to always carry a dagger, not run alone at night and to scope my scene thoroughly when doing anything! Watch out scumbags.

Are you funny or drunk enough to be part of Skunk? Probably not, but if you send us some writing or photo samples, we’ll let you know for sure. Send samples and contact info to PO Box 16604 Duluth, MN 55816 or call Nikki at 612.986.5137.

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perverts

by nikki townsend and nicole neally

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makes Chicken Helper tonite. Hot! Live! And for your pleasure!” and then rushing over to stare in my kitchen window.

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Matix Gripper Jean

here’s something to blow your paycheck on...

I had already owned a pair of these jeans and because of my disproportioned frame it’s really hard to find a pair of pants that I like. So like any greedy swine I wanted another pair, but this time for free. The good thing about doing a mag is that it’s really easy to get things for nothing. You just call the company and say “Hey, I want to feature such and such in our next product review” and chances are they will give it to you. Sometimes the companies try and dick you by sending you a PDF image to use without even sending any actual product. You tell those companies to fuck off. However, in the case you do get product you better damn well write a good review otherwise you’ll be screwing yourself and will probably never receive free shit from them again. JB

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Nike’s Thrasher Blazer I have a feeling this one is going to break some hearts. The bible of skateboarding done went ahead and collaborated with Nike in celebration of the magazines 20th anniversary. I don’t really care anymore myself. It’s not like any of the “core” skate shoe companies have had our backs as of late. Ask anybody that owns a skateboard shop how helpful it is when these brands sell to every possible footwear retailer under the sun. It’s a fact that because of this open distribution, real skate shops all around the country have gone out of business or at least felt a serious strain in their shoe departments. Especially lame is the fact that it’s these shops that have invested hundreds of thousands of dollars into the companies though out their wonder years and kept them going right up until skateboarding’s big boom. Essentially, they built the brands and got nothing more than a swift kick in the ass in return. Thanks dudes. So ask me if I care that Nike is in skateboarding and I say fuck it. It looks like Thrasher said fuck it too. Back to the matter at hand, one of the reasons this crossover came to light is because the illustration (otherwise known as a “cartoon” to the uneducated) of the skater gracing the cover is wearing Nikes. It seems to be a pretty simple explanation. Chances are its going to be hard to dig up a pair of these things. In the likelihood you do, you’ll probably have to compete with sneaker geeks and their bidding ways. At the time this went to print they still hadn’t hit the streets so I’m unsure of exactly how much they’ll be fetching for. Regardless, at least the money made from them will be going to a skateboard shop instead of some grey haired cocksucker in a hawaiian shirt and flip flops that’s stoked because he just opened another 500 of his “lifestyle” stores in malls all over the country. Jack Boyd

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I met Rad Dude Dicky this last summer at our local haven for erotic novelty, thrashing the Pure Pleasures spot. The first thing I noticed about him was his constant, wrinkly grin. He had enough twinkle in his eye to penetrate the gnarliest of souls and he instantly stole my heart. After he snaked me a few times in the ramp, I snatched the little pecker up and took him to Nicole’s slumber party where, after raging a few keg stands, he posed as our friend Barry’s stunt double and impressed us with manual tricks atop the nose of Rocky the dog. It was certain that Rad Dude was gettin’ down and he was well hung! His style never less than half-mast, he rips way harder than any of my last toys. His versatility is amazing, while his intensity is headed in a place few skateboarders ever reach. I recommend Rad Dude Dicky to everyone who enjoys hard, passionate pool sessions, grinding long into the night. Rides for: Pipedream Products, Inc., Pure Pleasures, Duluth, MN. Not recommended for use with baggy pants or without protection. Terese Elhard

Lakai MJ3 HI LTD Usually in the skateboarding industry if someone is really good at something a company will give them things for free and in some cases even pay them to endorse their products. Like Lakai did with Marc Johnson. It helps to sell things. You know who would have been great for a shoe company? Jesus Christ. You get Him laced up and He’s seen kicking it in those hi-tops on His missions and pretty soon every peasant young and old is lining up for days at a time, maybe even going so far as to sleep outside the local merchant tents ready and willing to trade up all their pieces of silver for a pair. Speaking of which, I wonder if the local sandal maker from those biblical times ever noticed a jump in their sales. I don’t see how you couldn’t…you have the son of God wearing your frickin’ sandals! Can you imagine the release party for those doggies? “Introducing the Christ III’s”… JB

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sam mcguire

Munzy earns his Tecate and Tabasco with a pole jam tuck knee.

drinking with mike munzenrider First drunk experience? Was left home alone, and my brother had a bottle of vodka in his room. I made myself a gigantic screw driver in a Taco Bell plastic cup and pounded it, it tasted like shit. Twenty minutes later my friends show up right as a very hard buzz set in, and the rest of the night I tried to be as normal as possible. My days as a closet drunk had begun. Your preferred poison? Preferred-Tecate, Pacifico, beers of Mexican decent. Defaults-PBR, Bud, and High Life. A glass of wine near the end of the night is true poison for me, then it looks like I’m puking blood.

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Favorite drinking partner & most memorable night with them? Neal Erickson, a.k.a. The Viking. The most memorable night must have been the John Hughes movie style party at his house, topped off with over flowing hot tubs and someone shitting in the dog’s water bowl. Worst Drunk experience involving bodily fluids? The 4x4. I wasn’t there, but it was on my bed. Most regrettable drunk moment? Numerous picked fights. I lucked out and never got my ass beat.

What kind of “drunk” are you? 99. 9 percent of the time I’m that chill drunk, the other tenth of a percent I pick fights with some dumb rep and mean to back it up.

Ever been arrested while intoxicated, tell the story? No. I do have a minor intoxication ticket that notes “very drunk” on it though.

Best Drunk quote? “The Night is Alive!”

Your Gnarliest Drunken Sexual Experience? Pleading the fifth. I’m a family drunk, plus Ash wouldn’t be down with it.

Favorite Drunken munch? Anything you can add Tabasco to. 6 pack of beer or 1 bottle of wine? 6 pack. One more for the road or call it a night? Usually one more. Condom in your pocket or stop at the store? Store Dirk Diggler or pass the fuck out? Pass out. Hair of the dog or stay in bed? Both. Sleep as late as possible, then get a beer.

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sam mcguire

Munzy earns his Tecate and Tabasco with a pole jam tuck knee.

email: fonixboards@hotmail.com

What kind of “drunk” are you? 99. 9 percent of the time I’m that chill drunk, the other tenth of a percent I pick fights with some dumb rep and mean to back it up.

Ever been arrested while intoxicated, tell the story? No. I do have a minor intoxication ticket that notes “very drunk” on it though.

Best Drunk quote? “The Night is Alive!”

Your Gnarliest Drunken Sexual Experience? Pleading the fifth. I’m a family drunk, plus Ash wouldn’t be down with it.

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