Last week the California Lottery was up to $90 million and it had everyone in the state, who's not already rich, dreaming of cars and houses and not working for a living. Crail Tap staff included.
We sat around at lunch after pooling all our loose dollars to buy tickets and daydreamed. What we came up with is that most of us would disappear and get busy being liesure, or creating shit that doesn't have any market value (i.e. artwork), or just skating around at different spots in the world. The repercussions of winning were discussed as well. The major one being, "Who would run Girl?" and "What would happen to Girl?"
We mused for a bit, then went back to work.
Well, we didn't win the $90 mil, but we got 12 bucks to split among 18 people. So we're still here, grinding away... trying desperately to finish Crail Tap numbero quatro. Maybe we'll finish, maybe we won't. Just shut up and enjoy what's posted. Please and thank you.
Carl Sanger, your dickhead tour guide.
Godamn it. We'll always be late. We never plan on this. It just happens. We give out a date of posting and are instantly doomed or cursed to suffer humiliation and self-doubt. Guilt.
I've read too many an editorial director's pleas for sympathy and understanding in magazines of all kinds. I'm not asking for either -- our intentions are good. We're here. Our "investors" haven't pulled out... because we don't have any. We all work for free. You get what you pay for.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
What the hell does that mean?
Go read Anthony Pappalardo's interview. Or learn about Milk. Post a rant. Nail a parking block to the top of your ramp. Get in your car and find a new spot to skate... no, not a skatepark. That's too easy. Find a ditch or slider curb or bent post or just a damn slanted patch somewhere. A bump. I'll tell you what, go see the DogTown documentary and you will understand. Then go forth and skateboard. Skateboard until your ass sweats off. Until your clothes are in tatters (and replace them at a thift store).
Just go.
For real.
—Sanger, the shitheel.
This is skateboarding. Secret ramp crammed into a house somewhere in San Diego. photo: Bob K.