Totally true

I am sitting in my room now listening to the Dead Kennedys, going through the latest Thrasher, and I begin to contemplate life. I'm 17, a high school senior, and I'm wondering what's next in life. Pretty soon I will be expected to be an adult. I'll be moving out. I need a career, not just a job. Something I've always wanted is to be able to wake up in the morning and go to a job I'm going to love, not resent myself for having it. With limited time now, it is no longer a matter of "When I grow up, what do I want to be?" Now it's "In less than a year I want to do (fill in the blank) for the rest of my life." I would love to become a professional skateboarder, but even my obsession for Smith grinds in the deep end and huge frontside airs can't compete with the pure brilliance of Rowley, Hosoi, or Jason Adams. So that option is out. There's no way I want some hamster-in-a-cubicle job, endless monotony forever. So what can I do? The answer is in front of me: work for Thrasher, the gnarliest collection of skateboard gurus and enthusiasts ever. I would be around my one true love forever, and my mistress would always be around. Skateboarding and also the whole skate world are the only two things that I've ever felt understood and accepted me for who I am. I can be whomever I want, and I'm never turned away It's universal; everyone who skates will know the word "ollie." So when I am at a local punk rock show with dudes sporting Mohawks and liberty spikes listening to off-key bands doing cover songs of the Sex Pistols and the Misfits, I feel like I'm home. Even when the rap group gets an SUV to back up to the shop's door so they can freestyle, I'm over-joyed about skating in the warehouse. Especially when the local skate hero throws a Miller flip on the eight-foot vert wall, halting the rap battle. To me that is magic. And a true story from the Primal skateshop. So my conclusion is this, work for Thrasher, skate, destroy, and enjoy this life. I've seriously begun the research for the jobs I want so I will be working there after I get my degrees, right next to the Phelper himself. Can't wait to see you there. And on a final note, Heddings is innocent. Let's free him so he can get right back on track. Ms Warren, you can cram all of your bullshit back up your ignorant ass and do us all a favor and stay out of places you do not know. I am sorry that you lead a headline-interpreting life, and may the hate mall haunt you. I have to agree with Josh Swindell, we all screw all the facts up. And trends are out, just like the 'punks.' A true punk does not care at all. Case in point, real punk is Duane Peters. Punk isn't Converse shoes or Mohawks. It's being whoever you want to be and not giving a shit about any one else's superficial lives. Skate and destroy. Roll your bones forever. Keep writing the best skate mag of all time.

Eric Edwards

Primal skateshop

Abilene, Texas

Bring Band-Aids.--T-ed

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