Posted on : 01-05-2010 | By : Scott O'Malley
Another contest submission for The Clink Room. With little-to-no background in skate culture, a “Skate Shop” concept was a much tougher task for me than the “Taco Shop League.” At a loss for ideas, my old friend Joe Chandler stoked the fire with a concise suggestion: “Dirty kids at 7/11.” Aha! I had a frame of reference after all. You couldn’t swing a dead cat in front of our old Scripps Ranch 7/11, without hitting one, three, or fourteen of those disheveled punks. They were malnourished, had ratty facial hair, and reeked of what one day I would finally realize was marijuana smoke. For years I’d just assumed that flannel was inherently pungent, or that they just smelled that way from hanging out in the woods together.
Anyhow…my submission is something of a tribute. Skaters are less of a nuisance where I live now, and besides…they have their hands full trying to evade Emo-bashers. As for me? Consider the hatchet buried.
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