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Sunday, June 9, 2013

Catching Up With Joe Valdez



Catching Up With Joe Valdez 
Interview & artwork by Damian Gomez
original photo provided by Joe Albert Valdez                                                                          June 9, 2013



   I met Joe Albert back around 1987. I was in the sixth or seventh grade at the time and we were both living on the South side of Roswell, NM. He would show up at our launch ramp sessions and shut the place down with his scarewalks and huge ollie melons. Quite possibly the most daring individual that I have ever known, Joe has never been one to shy away from risk. He was the guy always skating the fastest, sliding the furthest and ollieing the biggest gaps. Everyone I knew, including myself, loved being in the company of Joe Albert. He later bounced back and forth between Albuquerque and Roswell, and we lost contact with each other.

   In the mid-nineties, Joe Albert was living in San Francisco and making his mark in the skateboard industry with multiple appearances in popular skateboard films and magazines. After decades of skateboarding, he remains active in the scene and currently has a pro model deck available through Sentient Skateboards. There has always been a certain mystique about Joe and he has retained that certain mystique up until this very day.



Damian: Beep…beep….beep…    (calling via Skype)

Joe: Damian!?

Damian: Hey Joe, can you hear me?

Joe: LOL -What’s up buddy!? It’s good to see you man, look at you!

Damian: What’s going on Mr.!? Oh hey! I see you to, you’re right there! Alright…

Joe: Uh..Watching Discovery “Blue Planet” on Netflix.

Damian: Nice, you look good Joe. This is great!

Joe: It’s been so many years Damian..It’s good to catch up finally after so long.

Damian: Let me take you back all the way to the beginning. I’m gonna jog your memory this morning ok?

Joe: LOL –alright.

Damian: What is your full name?

Joe: Jose Alberto Melanche Valdez Jr.

Damian: When and where were you born?

Joe: Gilroy…California.

Damian: Gilroy, California!? When was this? What year?

Joe: ’76!

Damian: 1976!? You know…I was never able to get this information from you when we were young. I would always ask you how old you were and you would never tell me. For the longest time, I never knew….I was also born in ’76, so we were born the same year. I always thought that you might be older or younger than I was. I would always ask you but you were always telling me something different! Ha!

Joe: LOL -Why would I do that!?

Damian: Huh?

Joe: Why would I do that? LOL

Damian: I have no idea. So ok, Gilroy, California in 1976…How long did you live in Gilroy?

Joe: Ah man, I was just born there. I grew up in Long Beach actually.

Damian: In Long Beach!?

Joe: Haha, yea…I’m a California baby. I grew up in California for my first eight years and then I moved around a lot. I moved to so many different places throughout California. I’ve lived in San Jose, Salinas, and San Bernadino. I did a lot of traveling in my youth, you know.. Most of my youth was spent on the road.

Damian: At what age did you begin skateboarding?

Joe: Eleven

Damian: Where were you living at the time?

Joe: Haha, this is funny…I was in Carlsbad, New Mexico.

Damian: Carlsbad, New Mexico.

Joe: Yea.

Damian: Huh…what…uh..

Joe: You got some coffee man? My coffee is super strong man! I got..

Damian: LOL

Joe: I got this new coffee machine right!?

Damian: Uh huh

Joe: This thing actually grinds your coffee fresh.

Damian: Yea I saw that! I saw the pictures on Facebook.

Joe: Oh yea…Cuisinart. It’s a good quality, top brand.

Damian: I got the cheap stuff. This stuff is like…the International Foods brand. You know..

Joe: Really!?

Damian: Yea, it’s nothing like what you have.

Joe: Oh whaa!..You’re drinking instant!?

Damian: LOL –Yea.

Joe: Ooh man.

Damian: Yes, I’m drinking instant coffee. LOL

Joe: Do you have Pete’s out there where you live?

Damian: What is it?

Joe: Pete’s Coffee

Damian: Pete’s?

Joe: Yea

Damian: Uuh…I don’t know. Do you buy it at the store?

Joe: No, it’s a coffee house. A chain of them…

Damian: I will check it out.

Joe: Yea, they carry high end coffee brands.

Damian: If we do, it’s not in my hood. LOL

Joe: I’ll send you some coffee man.

Damian: Hook me up! Ok, so where are we at? Carlsbad, NM…You are eleven years old. You’ve just started skateboarding. What was it or who was it that sparked your interest in skateboarding?

Joe: This is a good question…My sister’s friend was going to jail at the time and…He felt that he had no more use for his skateboard because where he was going. And like...At my age, I wasn’t able to comprehend or understand the situation but basically his contribution to me was “I don’t need this skateboard anymore cuz where I’m going,.. I can’t skateboard. I’m going to be locked up”

Damian: Right.

Joe: He thought of me and came by to my sister’s house. He said “Here ya go.” He kinda gave me the basics of how to do it. I really didn’t know how to push on the thing so I started off pushing on my knees, right? And he showed me you know, “This is how you do it.. You stand and you push!”  And that’s pretty much it…After that..Man, I was using it every day to go to the “Beach” you know. It was my transportation device. What better way to get to the “Beach” because where I lived, I had to walk like…like miles …to go to this amusement park.

Damian: Do you remember what kind of skateboard it was?

Joe: Uum, no I don’t…damn.

Damian: What about your parents? Were they cool with it? Did they support you in your decision to start skateboarding?

Joe: I was living with my sister at the time…Actually my mom was in prison, haha. So I was living with my sister and my sister was like totally cool with it.

Damian: What about your pops? Where was your dad?

Joe: My dad was uh..in San Jose somewhere, having kids.

Damian: Ok, but your sister was cool with it, she didn’t have a problem with it…Uuh, what was the skate scene like in Carlsbad?

Joe: I didn’t really know much about the skateboarding scene. I wasn’t aware that there even was a scene you know? My concentration was on getting from my place to the “Beach” which was like this river…I think it was the Rio Grande River. I don’t know, I’m not sure which river it was. It was just like this muddy river that we called the “Beach”.

Damian: And you would use it for transportation basically, to get back and forth?

Joe: Exactly.

Damian: Ok

Joe: And going back and forth, back and forth..you know. Wrecking on curbs and freakin’ cracks. I started to catch on and was like “Whoa, I can do more than just push on this thing!” I could dodge rocks and go over bumps, I could avoid cracks by leaning to the side…And then sure enough, I began leaning a little more this way, that way, turning, carving and then started hopping. Instead of flipping me, I was able to flip it. LOL…Less of the body flipping and more of the board flipping is what I started to figure out, lol!

Damian: Haha! Ok, at what point did you move to Roswell?

Joe: After eleven. I came out to Roswell and lived with my brother, Ishmael. You know my brother Ishmael, yea?

Damian: I do.

Joe: Yea, and he took on the responsibility of me living there at his place and he supported me. He actually got me my first board which was an Eric Dressen.

Damian: So that was your first real board? An Eric Dressen?

Joe: No actually…It had a dragon. I think it was called “Kryptonite” or…?

Damian: Kryptonics?

Joe: Kryptonic, yea…I think so!

Damian: Was it Kryptonics? That was a popular brand at the time. Charles had one, you remember Charles right?

Joe: Yea…No , that was my first board, a Kryptonics. I remember, we got it from like this bike shop slash skateboard shop right there where that old Mc Donalds is on Main St. Do you know where Pepper’s is?

Damian: Yea.

Joe: Ok, right there…right across the street. There used to be this little building that looked like a gas station.
 
Damian: Yea.

Joe: That used to be a bike shop back in the day.

Damian: Whoa, trip out. I don’t even remember that shit.. That’s crazy…Alright.

Joe: Yea, haha. I was like eleven or twelve maybe. After I had got the skateboard, I basically pushed around on it in Carlsbad that whole year…And then I guess the following year, I moved to Roswell.

Damian: Uh huh.

Joe: And uh, I just kept it going from there. Man, I haven’t even thought about it. I must have just kept it going…Yea, that’s right because I was living at the base. I was living on the base and you know, I met some real skateboarders that were really into it.

Damian: Who were some of your influences back then, your early influences in Roswell? Do you remember who these guys were?

Joe: Yea, his name is Andrew Buecther.

Damian: Andrew Buecther! Ha! Of course, right, he had a mini ramp out there.

Joe: Oh you know him!?

Damian: Of course I know Andrew Buecther, he had the mini ramp out at the base….The particle board ramps.

Joe: That is who started it all off for me! Because in Carlsbad, ..all I knew was how to get from here to there and that’s it you know. But once I got to Roswell, I then realized that you can do amazing tricks with the thing. You could actually have fun and do things with it. You could maneuver yourself and also maneuver the skateboard in ways that were like…Like when the kick flip was introduced to me, I was like “Oh my God!”

Damian: Haha.

Joe: You know, …I remember just trying and trying to learn how to do the kick flip. It took me like a couple of weeks to figure it out.

Damian: Yea?

Joe: You can kick it and flip it without it flying twenty miles away, lol.

Damian: Haha, yea…that was heavy duty stuff back then. The kick flip.

Joe: But yea,…Andrew Buecther and my neighbor, I forget his name…I think it was Mark? Do you know how to spell Buecther? Have you tried Facebooking him?

Damian: Man, the last time I saw that cat was years ago. He was riding a ten speed down Main St. and I was like “Whoa, there’s Andrew!” and that was it but yea, that was years ago. But yea, I will look him up on Facebook. His name hasn’t come up in years.

Joe: Yea, his brother’s name is Christoffe. Do you remember his brother?

Damian: I don’t,..I didn’t know his brother but I did know Andrew. I used to spend some time at his house skating his ramp.

Joe: Yea.

Damian: So would you say that these would be some of your earliest memories of skateboarding in Roswell?

Joe: Uh huh..Yea, that’s pretty much it. After that, I ended up moving to Albuquerque. I would get tired of living in Roswell and go to stay with my mom in Albuquerque. I wanted to expand and was just getting tired of Roswell. So we moved to Albuquerque and I loved it. I met some friends, got tired of it and moved back to Roswell because I missed my old friends, haha! We ended up moving back and forth between Roswell and Albuquerque like three or four times, it was crazy.

Damian: Did you meet skaters in Albuquerque that had an influence on you and your skating style?

Joe: Yea I did um, …actually like. One of my final moves back to Albuquerque, I ended up meeting Sean Mitchell. And we just…It was like, …I had met a new friend. This guy was really good… He would do an ollie axle on a curb and then kick flip to tail. I thought that was the sickest thing that I had ever seen in my life. He would do it like first try or something. That guy has always been phenomenal.  So from then on, I was just like…”I just met my new best friend, this guy is amazing.” I was bragging to all my other friends about how good he is and how much better he is than everyone else, lol.

Damian: What were some of the spots you were skating back then, in Albuquerque?

Joe: Oh man, we were skating….actually we were on the news one time. We would skate this hospital every morning before school. In order to get to this hospital, we would run across the freeway, across a ditch and then across the other side of the freeway. We ended up on the evening news and getting our boards confiscated. We were known as "the kids on TV", the “Sandia Ditch Skateboarders”. But yea, anything and whatever man. Ollieing over chains, up and off of stairs, it was so fun. But it was a serious thing when our skateboards got confiscated by the principal. He was like, "There was a helicopter filming you guys!” and I guess that is how we ended up on the news.

Damian: Were you skating just street back then? Or did you have access to half pipes and mini ramps?

Joe: Well in Albuquerque, there were ditches. Albuquerque is known for the really nice ditches and abundance of them. So you know, we were mainly just street skaters. Everything and anywhere, my passion for skating has never changed. After realizing that you could do more than just push on the thing, after meeting Andrew and him showing me tricks, there was just a whole new realm. It became more of my life than anything else so…you know. Everything I did was skateboarding…I guess that's why I would wake up so early and bang on all of my friends doors, haha!

Damian: Haha, do you remember waking me up at seven in the morning so that we could skate the local spots and then make our way to Fausto’s house?

Joe: I loved it because you lived so close, so it was easy for me to do that.

Damian: Yes, I clearly remember those days.

Joe: Although, I don’t think your mom liked the whole idea of me coming over early every day, haha.

Damian: LOL

Joe: I can understand that.

Damian: That was great man, I loved those days… When and how did you end up in San Francisco?

Joe: I had a dream about San Francisco before I ever came out here and uh, I was living with Sean in Denver at the time. This was more of a calling rather than a dream. I had woken up so excited that morning. The dream… It felt so real and I took it seriously.  I waited until after breakfast to tell Sean about my dream. I told him that I had dreamt about us living in San Francisco, skating with all our favorite skaters and living the life. I thought that he wouldn’t take it seriously at first but within twenty four hours, we were on the road to San Francisco. We had a couple girlfriends living with us in Denver at the time and Sean talked his girlfriend into letting us borrow her car. We pretty much just abandoned our girlfriends and drove out to San Francisco, it was crazy man! It was me, Sean and one of our friends, Damien. We stayed out there for about a week before Sean crashed the car. We initially wanted to stay for about two weeks, right. Sean had managed to get a hold of some strong chronic weed and we were also drinking Mickeys, that’s exactly the beer we were drinking and…We ended up,.. It was so strange, we wrecked into this guy’s car on a turn ramp bridge or something? I’m not really sure but Sean wrecked into this guy’s brand new Toyota which he had just bought earlier that day. The weirdest thing was that when the cops showed up, they didn’t question Sean. I ended up using the phone at some random girl’s house to call Sean’s girlfriend back in Denver. The poor girl had to tell her father about the situation because her dad was the person insuring the car! Her dad was pretty bummed but they were like super rich so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Just as long as we were ok, you know. The insurance company had been calling him to inform him about the accident in San Francisco and this guy was like “What!?” After that, he pretty much gave us orders to return the car back to Sean’s girlfriend. So our trip ended up getting cut short. And here is the bummer thing about it, on the first day in San Francisco, I broke my board off the “seven” at Embarcadero. It was retarded! So the whole time I was there, I didn’t even get to skate man.

Damian: Yea, that would be a bummer.

Joe: I didn’t have any money because the money we did have, was for food, gas and stuff like that.  So yea, I was bummed. There was no way that I could ask one of the pros because they would only swap products and I didn’t have anything to trade.  I think I might have asked but they were like “No, we can’t give you no board for five dollars!” haha. So yea, I was kind of assed out. We ended up going back to Albuquerque after that wreck…

Damian: Uh huh

Joe: We dropped the car off in Denver and to make a long story short, we ended up going back to Denver and picking up all of our stuff knowing that we had to make it back to San Francisco somehow, some way. We moved back to Albuquerque and lived at Sean’s mother’s house. We worked for her and saved up enough money to move back to San Francisco. It took us about a year to save up seven or eight hundred dollars man. It wasn’t much but we were willing to manage with whatever in order to get back to San Francisco. That’s pretty much what happened….That money didn’t last us much more than a week.

Damian: Oh wow.

Joe: So yea, we just knew that we had to get back to San Francisco because we absolutely loved it and couldn’t wait to get back. We were willing to do anything to get there. We just needed enough money for a video camera and to make it out there. Our intentions were to come out to San Francisco and film because that it what we were doing anyway. We were good at it and we knew that we could make a name for ourselves. So we got the camera and we made it to San Francisco, we just didn’t have anywhere to live. Haha, so we were like homeless skateboarders, living on the street.

Damian: Now..I remember you guys riding for a company called Cherry Bombs out there. When was this?

Joe: This was around 1999-2000

Damian: Was this before or after you had done your ollie at China Banks?

Joe: Oh this was way before.

Damian: What was it like riding for Cherry Bombs?

Joe: It was really fun man, these people actually paid my rent and I was able to quit my day job. They gave me money but unfortunately, it didn’t last too long. The owners of the company were caught smuggling large amounts of weed across Canadian borders.

Damian: LOL, I think I remember hearing about that. Was Cherry Bombs your first sponsor in California?

Joe: Yes, uh huh.

Damian: I actually carried a few Cherry Bombs decks at my skate shop in Roswell.

Joe: Do you know who did the graphics?

Damian: No I don’t. Who did the graphics?

Joe: It was Sam Flores…With the chess piece people…With the devil ..and his knight was knocked over, and Sean was the angel.

Damian: Ooh that’s right! Yea but I’m not sure if I know who Sam Flores is though.

Joe: Oh, he is from Albuquerque. He was one of our good friends that we grew up with back in the day in Albuquerque…skateboarding. Um, he’s an amazing artist and internationally known. He is like…Do you know of Giant?

Damian: Yea man, I know who Mike Giant is.

Joe: Yea, he’s like a big tattoo artist out here and he actually paved the way for us. He was like the first one to come out here. He was a big inspiration to us because he was such a cool guy and Beach Zone…He was an employee there.

Damian: So you met Giant at the Beach Zone in Albuquerque?

Joe: Yea, he was cool with us stealing boards when we didn’t have one. Just as long as he didn’t see us do it, he was ok with it, LOL.

Damian: Would you say that he was somewhat responsible for the intermingling of graffiti and skateboarding? I don’t know, it just seems like he had a huge influence in that area of New Mexico and the joining of those two sub-cultures. And then you would come back to Roswell and kind of act as the ambassador from Albuquerque bringing new trends. The kids in Roswell would eat it right up. Next thing you know, all the skateboarders in Roswell are writing graffiti. The trends were slowly trickling in from Albuquerque.

Joe: Wow, ok…Yea that’s a good way of putting it. In a way, yea…I guess I was an ambassador. That would be the accurate terminology to describe that. I guess you would say that was true.

Damian: Now would you say that Giant played a key part in that because he was an already popular graffiti artist and he also skated. Is that correct?

Joe: Yea, exactly. He's absolutely an amazing person, he is very friendly and genuine. He’s straight up, real and an easy person to get along with. Just a really sweet guy and he became very well known.

Damian: Yea, I have one of his books right here on my desk and his artwork on my arm.

Joe: Oh that’s right! I noticed that the other day. Say, is my picture coming in clear?

Damian: Yea, why?

Joe: Yours is a little fuzzy.

Damian: Oh don’t worry about it, I have a shitty webcam and horrible lighting. So yea…

Joe: LOL

Damian: Well, I’m glad that we got to talk about Albuquerque and Mike Giant. This is great because I’ve never really been able to sit down and talk to you about some of this stuff and the major influence that you had in Roswell. You were that guy going back and forth to Albuquerque, and to Denver, and to San Francisco. You brought in new music, fashion styles, graffiti and Bay Area terminology. The skateboarding sub-culture in Roswell wouldn’t have prospered as much as it did without you.

Joe: Thank you Damian, that means a lot. When I went back to Roswell, I was amazed to see that there was still a strong skate scene and kids still talking about Fausto! There is a skate park now and lots of skateboarders.  As a matter of fact, some of my nephews are now skateboarders. I’m not sure if you have seen the photo that I posted on Facebook of my little nephew Joshua coming out of the bowl with my pro deck?

Damian: Yea, I’ve seen this photo.

Joe: Seeing my little nephew come out of that bowl… Man, I need to send him another deck soon.

Damian: That is something else. Let’s talk about that ollie at China Banks. When did that go down?

Joe: My approach to skateboarding …is..is..In my mind, I’ve always gotta do something different, original and on an obstacle that has never been skated before. Untouched terrain! Like the first astronaut to touch down on the moon right? I freestyled it…I have a thing for looking past what is actually there. You’re looking at the bench, I’m looking at the bench and it’s surroundings you know? What can I do around it, over it, under it, though it….I saw these ledges on top of China Banks and was like “Wow, that’s wide enough to skateboard on!” But who would skate on that? Of course nobody. I went to the back and saw that there was a corner and I was already putting things together in my mind. There’s a gap…Ledge to ledge.

Damian: Uh huh.

Joe: But unfortunately it’s on a bridge, haha. I’m thinking, “Ok, it looks death defying, it looks dangerous and I could die OMG!” But it’s no harder than ollieing over a man-hole in the street if you really think about it. You take away the bridge…You can kind of visualize the trick right? It’s not that big of a deal but…because nobody has ever done it and it hadn’t been done….Yea, everyone really loved it. My friend Patrick O’Dell took a sequence shot of it from across the street. It was about eight or nine frames of me doing the ledge…boom, boom, boom!

Damian: Who has this sequence?

Joe: Slap Magazine.

Damian: Oh so it was featured in Slap!?

Joe: Yea.

Damian: Oh ok, trip out. I had seen other photos of you in Slap but I don’t remember seeing that one. Crazy! Had you already done it before being filmed?

Joe: The first time that I did it, we took photos. The second time…I think…Wait, there is a photo sequence and two different videos of it. The second time I did it was for my friends school project. He made this urban, skate video and called it “Joe Valdez”. So basically I went out for a week and did dome small tricks. We ended up filming the China Banks gap again for that video, it was so cool. He ended up getting second prize at Cannes film festival for that.

Damian: Oh wow.

Joe: He was on public access TV out here in San Francisco and he won some money. After everything was said and done, he ended up paying me some money. I was like “What!? For what?” and he was like “Yea, we won Joe! They loved it!” So yea, he got a good grade, got nominated and won some cash for that one.

Damian: Nice.

Joe: Yea, I was like “Wow!”

Damian: That’s rad.

Joe: All those Youtube videos that are out there right now. They’re montages of me skateboarding right… They have been edited and re-edited over the last decade. I mean, after Trevor Prescott died…I haven’t really went out and filmed with anybody else. Not that I don’t trust anyone…It’s just that when I would skate, it was more of a serious matter. I was doing something like good against evil, you know. I was up against a lot of evil skateboarding forces. I’ve always had a very philosophical understanding of skateboarding. It has always meant more to me than just having fun. It was more like, ..I was up against the devil. I was literally putting my life on the line out there. It was intense man. I wasn’t into skating with other people much because they wouldn’t take it serious. So I was very private in that respect but I also had fun.

Damian: What do you enjoy most about living in San Francisco?

Joe: The struggle. I think if you got it too easy…Life shouldn’t be like that, something’s not right. Don’t get me wrong, if life is good…Well, I just like staying productive, staying on top of my game…Just making it happen you know. When it becomes too easy, it becomes boring. I think that the excitement about living in the Bay Area is so intense…If you’re not up with it, then you get filtered out. It’s the motivation that I need to keep succeeding and making it happen. It comes down to the struggle right?

Damian: Do you have any favorite spots that you are currently skating?

Joe: My favorite spots are spots that are unknown. To tell you the truth, my favorite spots are spots that I’ve never skated before.

Damian: Fresh spots.

Joe: Yea! Finding a new spot is like finding a new toy you know. When that gets boring, you go to the next spot. The city is full of new toys, everywhere man!

Damian: Do you ever go hang out at Alcatraz?

Joe: No.

Damian: You just had a second pro model deck released by Sentient Skateboards, that must feel great yea?

Joe: Oh man, the graphics are illuminating! It’s full of color and people seem to love the shape. I technically think that it’s too wide but I don’t know…I haven’t even skated it yet.

Damian: What size is it available in?

Joe: Eight point two five.

Damian: What size of deck do you usually skate?

Joe: I like to ride an eight inch.

Damian: Yea, I have spoken with Stephen on several occasions and he seems like a real nice guy. What is it like skating for Sentient? Do you know the other team riders?

Joe: I’ve never actually met any of them and I’m not even sure where they live. I do talk to Max, he is always providing me with good information on dieting and nutrition.

Damian: Other than skateboarding, what are some of your other current hobbies?

Joe: Right now, I’ve been working out in the gym. I’m trying to make a lot of changes right now, trying to do a lot of new things. I have a lot of goals that involve the body, shape and my current weight. I’m trying to like, slim down a little bit. As you can see, I’m drinking a smoothie, haha.

Damian: Yea, I saw that, haha!

Joe: But yea, I’m about to be thirty seven now and my passion for skateboarding is still there but I really don’t have a good set up right now. It kinda bums me out…Like I had to go get some new wheels the other day but now the spacers are too high. So Stephen just ordered me some new trucks from a company called Titan and I might be able to get on the flow team.

Damian: Yea man, I am familiar with this brand, they’ve been around a while.

Joe: Oh you’ve heard of this brand? It’s the first time that I’ve heard of them. That’s crazy brah brah, lol!

Damian: LOL

Joe: But yea, so I am really looking forward to getting these new trucks. I am going to shoot a photo for the board promo soon. Just a little something, Stephen says that I really don’t have to do too much anymore. Just some tricks here and there. A lot of the tricks that I’ve done already is really good stuff so…To tell you the truth, I really don’t feel like going out and trying big things anymore because I don’t have insurance. I guess that I am much more mature and wiser about things these days. Thank God I’ve only broken my hand, things could have been a lot worse. And you can see me break my hand in the video. The part where I fall off the roof..

Damian: Ooh yea, yes…I’ve seen this.. Holy smokes!

Joe: Yea , I broke my hand on that freakin’ thing dude.

Damian: Yea, you stuck as soon as you dropped in.

Joe: Yea, and just dove head first.

Damian: You went back to Roswell recently. How was that?

Joe: Dude, it was so cool! It was like…,I’m actually wanting to go back…Sooner than later.

Damian: Yea?

Joe: Yea, I was even thinking about moving back…I don’t know. It crossed my mind but I’m not sure.

Damian: Are there any special ladies in your life right now?

Joe: Yea, right here look. (adjusts webcam to show me the Asian woman sleeping in the bed across the room)

Damian: is this “Tiger”?

Joe: Haha, yea, this is Tiger Lady.

Damian: Alright.

Joe: She’s sleeping.

Damian: How long have you two been together?

Joe: Almost a year now.

Damian: Cool,..Is she Thai?

Joe: Yea.

Damian: Yea, I showed her photo to my gf and she was like “Oh yea, she is Thai.”

Joe: Yea, I guess they are very distinguishable right? When it comes to Asians, it’s confusing for me sometimes.

Damian: Musically, what are you listening to these days?

Joe: LA underground. I used to think that I was one of those music lovers that liked all types of music but to tell you the truth, deep down inside, I don’t like all music. I used to think that I liked all music but no, I don’t. I just really like hip-hop and specifically LA underground hip-hop. So yea, like…a lot of Freestyle Fellowship and Project Blowed.

Damian: I would have no idea who these people were if you hadn’t introduced it to us in Roswell back in the early nineties. Ok, yea…So who are your top five favorite pro skateboarders of all time?

Joe: Ok, yea well , I would have to say Christian Hosoi would be the first one. So yea, I would say Christian Hosoi, Frankie Hill, Ronnie Creager, Tom Penny, and Mark Gonzales…And only because Mark Gonzales is such a weirdo. I like his personality more than his skating because he’s such a weird person.

Damian: Would you consider yourself to be a religious or spiritual person?

Joe: Uh yea.

Damian: Do you have any particular religion that you follow?

Joe: No, not really. It’s just from the heart.

Damian: Is there anything you miss about New Mexico?

Joe: The sunsets, old friends, and old times. Waking up and skating over to Fausto’s house and getting bitched out by his dad, haha!

Damian: LOL, Who are some of the people that influence you now?

Joe: Um, Ronnie Coleman. He’s like this really huge body builder guy. Have you ever seen him?

Damian: I haven’t.

Joe: He’s a big inspiration. I mean, I don’t ever want to be that big but I give him lots of respect.

Damian: Joe, what is the hardest thing that you have ever done in your life?

Joe: I completely quit all drugs and cigarettes. It took me a couple of tries man. Now I am completely sober and have been for like four years now.

Damian: Congratulations, that is awesome.

Joe: So yea, for the first time in my life, I am completely clean.

Damian: Where do you see yourself ten years from now?

Joe: Probably living in Thailand.

Damian: Yea?

Joe: Yea.

Damian: That would be wild man, that would be wild.  -Anything that you would like to add?

Joe: Just follow your dream and continue with what you believe is right for you… Never give up, it takes time but sooner or later, things come through eventually. Things do work out, so if you believe in something, never give up. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that something is not possible. Also, I do love going back and visiting Roswell, I may not ever move back but I love visiting, it reminds me of my rich heritage and where I came from you know. I would never be where I’m at if it wasn’t for where I came from. Just being an artistic skateboarder making something from nothing, we didn’t really have much to work with. Not the best obstacles or terrain but we made due right?

Damian: Right.


Joe: Roswell was the birthplace of my creativity.



The End

Saturday, May 25, 2013

European Trip 1991 - Part Two

Characters have been combined and events have been condensed. These are my memories; I am the teller of my own story. Certain episodes are imaginative recreation. To protect the privacy of others, names have been changed and characters conflated. Etc.



   I was to be staying with the Martinez family for the next two days until my departure for Paris. The Martinez family consisted of Emilio, the father, his wife Sandra and their two teenage daughters Tina and Vanessa.  This was definitely more of a typical American household and I was shown nothing but hospitality since the moment I had arrived. The aroma of Mexican cuisine permeated the house as it bustled with activity. There were people laughing, girls bickering over the telephone and kids from neighboring units stopping by to see who the new visitor was. As with most base communities, there were plenty of young people around and they seemed to have a unique and admirable bond that isn't prevalent in regular neighborhoods.

  The oldest daughter, Tina, was somewhat attractive and kept sneaking off to call her boyfriend. I was beginning to think that the chances of anything happening between her and I were slim.  The younger one, Vanessa, was not as pretty or social as her older sister Tina but had a pleasant disposition. There wasn’t any spare room in the house so I was going to be sleeping on the couch in the living room. I situated my stuff away in the corner as the girls helped their mother set the table. I was thrilled to be eating something other than pastries and bratwurst. After dinner, the parents retired to their bedroom and the girls and I stayed up late talking and listening to music as teenagers do. They asked about life back in the states and both girls bombarded me with questions regarding current American trends, fashion and music as if I were the ambassador of American pop culture. It was apparent that they had been in Germany for an extended amount of time and were beginning to feel a disconnection with life as they once knew it.

  Things eventually fizzled down that night, the living room was devoid of music and Vanessa had fallen asleep on the floor. Tina and I continued with our conversation in a light whisper, she didn’t hesitate to close the distance between us on the couch. As she kept readjusting her hair, she innocently probed into whether or not I had a girlfriend waiting for me back in New Mexico. Now that her inhibitions had been lowered, I thought it would be an opportune time to ask if she knew anyone there on base that could hook me up with some weed. I mustered up the confidence and asked her. Tina recoiled back, her eyes widened as her jaw dropped open. I was holding my breath, trying to anticipate her reaction. She eventually grinned and giggled as if she couldn’t believe that I was asking her that, I guess my innocent looks and tourist gear had thrown her off.  “Do you have any right now!?” she asked in a now excited voice. “No! I wouldn’t be asking you to hook me up if I had some on me now would I?” We both laughed for a few seconds but her smile was soon replaced with a look of disappointment. She was bummed that I didn’t have any for us to immediately smoke. I could see that she was bored, not bored right then but generally bored with the way things were. Tina wasn’t content with her life there on base in Germany and saw me as an out, an opportunity to maybe add some excitement to her life. “I could introduce you to some guys I know in the morning, they can help you out” she replied.

   The next morning, Tina made a phone call and soon after, we were making our way across base on foot. Traversing through a maze of identical looking housing units, she was introducing me to people that were popping in and out of windows along the way. “Yes! This is him! The guy visiting from the States!” she would say. Finally, we reached our destination and by this time, I had become quite anxious. She knocked on the door, which looked like every other door on that base, and we were let in by a taller white dude with blonde hair. His name was Sean, he was about eighteen years old with a bowl haircut and weird looking mustache. Strange looking guy, he reminded me of Hitler but with blond hair. He walked us into the living room where he and his friend were laid up watching an episode of CHiPs.  I sat down in one of the available chairs facing the television. His buddy, Rueben, was a smaller Cuban guy that was about the same age as Sean. He had curly black hair with a thin moustache and goatee. “What’s up man!?” he said to me through a haze of cigarette smoke as he twirled a butterfly knife in one hand.

There was a familiar tension in the room that naturally comes along when attempting to buy drugs from people that you’ve just met. Sean sat down and threw his feet up on the coffee table. They both started in on me with inquiries like “So where you from?” and “Where you stayin’ at?” I didn’t feel like going through another round of twenty questions, all I wanted to do was score some weed and get the fuck out of there. Rueben, who now reminds me of Scarface from the comedy film “Half Baked,” was lounging on the couch and kept laughing at everything . It was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable. Tina was aimlessly wandering about in the living room, fiddling with random objects of interest. She was wearing a pair of short running shorts that exposed a good portion of her legs.

 “So Tina tells me that you guys can hook me up with some weed” I said in a very direct fashion. Almost immediately, Rueben erupts into laughter like some kind of wild hyena. “Get a load of this kid Sean! LOL! He’s hilarious right!? Right Sean!? LOL!” he yelped as he repeatedly looked to Sean for reassurance. Without taking his eyes off of the television set, Sean takes a drag off of his cigarette and tells me in a calm voice while exhaling smoke “Relax man, just chill out for little bit, we’ll get to that.” They looked at each other, chuckled and shook their heads in revulsion to my display impatience and lack of etiquette.

  I settled back in my chair, took a deep breath and slowed my pace. There was a sudden knock on the door, Sean leaped up and peered the peep hole. “Vanessa!? Hey Tina, your little sister’s at my door.” He unlocked and opened the door up, there stood Vanessa with her arms folded “Mom wants you to come home right now Tina!” she shouted from the doorway. “Do you remember how to get back?” Tina asked me as she made her way towards the door.  I assured her that I wouldn’t have any trouble finding my way back and they both scurried off down the hall.

Sean returned to his recliner and dug into the front pocket of his jeans. His cigarette was hanging from his mouth and ashes were dropping onto his t-shirt. He finally retrieved a small disk shaped object that was wrapped in tin foil, about the size of a silver dollar. He placed it on the coffee table and slowly began to unwrap it. “You ever smoke any hash kid?” he asked me as he reached over and commandeered the butterfly knife from Rueben. “Uhh no man, just..just weed” I responded. “Heat the stove up Rueben!” exclaimed Sean as he partitioned off small pieces of hash with the butterfly knife. Rueben jumped up, grabbed two knives from a drawer in the kitchen, positioned them in the rings of the stove and fired it up. We all huddled around and waited for the knives to heat up. It was exciting, this was completely new to me and the whole process seemed bizarre. Once the knives were hot enough, Sean carefully prepared my first knife hit of hash. “This stuff right here is Moroccan hash.” He placed a small chunk of it on the hot blade of one knife and then immediately squished down on it with the hot blade of the other knife. As he mashed the two blades together, the hash began to smolder. I used a cardboard tube from an empty paper towel roll to capture and inhale the rising smoke. Holy fuck! I felt the affect almost instantly after the first hit. It was potent stuff and after a few more rips, my head was spinning. I was used to smoking dirt weed from New Mexico, not premium quality, full melt hash from Morocco!

   We ended up smoking a rather large amount of hash that afternoon. They then invited me with them to the local theater on base, where we met up with some female acquaintances of theirs. After being introduced, we purchased our tickets for the matinee and headed inside. These girls weren’t anything special and I was so ripped that even if they were hot, I wouldn’t have been able to make any advances. After the film, we all walked over to the bowling alley and hung out in the video game arcade. Rueben and Sean kept secretly pointing to one of the girls and making sexual gestures with their hands, “She’s a tiger man! I think she wants you!” Rueben whispered to me with a duplicitous grin. I was still pretty high from the hash and the lights and sounds coming from the video games had me in a daze. The girls eventually got bored and left, we stuck around to play a few more video games and then bailed. On the way back to Sean’s place, I explained to him that I was catching a bus to Paris the next day and would like to take some hash with me. It was dark out and we were walking through what seemed to be a baseball field. “Yea man, sure, that’s cool” he said as he took the last drag from his cigarette and flicked into the night.  When we made it back to his place, I gave him forty American dollars and he broke me off a few grams. I thanked them both for showing me a good time and told them that I would be in touch once I returned from Paris.

    I have no recollection of how I managed to find my way back to the Martinez house that night but I made it back. By then, I was suffering from a severe case of the munchies and was trying not to make any direct eye contact with anyone there in the house, fearing they would notice my red eyes. Of course Tina was hip to everything that was going on, she was pacing around the house, chatting with her boyfriend on the telephone.  I had a few bites to eat and watched some television on the couch. Before it got too late, I situated the hash and pipe away in my fanny pack and turned off the television.  As I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, I tried to imagine what Paris was going to be like and began to mentally prepare myself for the journey.

   The Martinez family drove me to the bus station early the next morning. I was a bit groggy and felt like I had a hangover. When we arrived at the bus station, there were many other Americans there that were also waiting for the bus. It wasn’t long before the bus arrived and we were on our way.  It was about a four hour bus ride to Paris, I slept most of the way. I woke up to the passenger sitting next to me poking at me and saying “Hey wake up kid, we're in Paris now!” I stretched my legs out, rubbed my eyes and leaned over to look out the window. The first thing that I immediately noticed was the how filthy the place was. There was trash, graffiti and shit everywhere! I was stoked on the graffiti but a little taken back by the amount of litter that was strewn about in the streets. There were newspapers drifting about and plastic bags clinging onto fences. The driver stopped the bus in a central location and gave us all a time to meet back. So I pretty much had all day to wander around Paris, take photos and smoke hash. All that I had to do was make sure that I was back in time to catch the bus back to Germany. At the top of my list of priorities, was finding a place to eat some decent food. I hadn’t made any new friends on the bus and wasn’t looking to either. I operate much better when I am alone. As I began searching for a place to eat on foot, I became nauseated by the overwhelming stench of piss that was thick in the air. I soon lost my appetite, gave up on my search and opted to smoke some hash for lunch.

   Following the flow of foot traffic through the city, I found myself approaching the Eiffel Tower.  Now here’s the funny thing, I didn’t give a flying fuck about the Eiffel Tower. The skateboard film “Video Days” had just been released earlier that year which depicted skateboard legends Jason Lee and the Gonz skating a drained out pond underneath the Eiffel Tower. I was much more interested in seeing this pond rather than the Eiffel Tower. I stopped in Parc du Champs Mars to smoke some hash before advancing any further on the tower. Parc du Champs Mars is a park that is located underneath the Eiffel Tower. I found an empty bench and packed my wooden pipe with some hash. There were people everywhere, it was insane! I was trying to be as discreet as possible.  I was in no rush and had a great view of the tower from where I was sitting. Yes, this was it! Taking hash rips in Parc du Champs Mars while gazing at the Eiffel Tower. It was truly a surreal experience and I was savoring every second.

 I eventually wandered over to the tower and began looking around for the pond. Funny now that I think about it, there were hundreds of people all around me that had traveled many miles to come see this tower and there I was searching for, what would seem to most, an irrelevant pond in comparison to the Eiffel Tower. It was kind of like the scene from the film “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure” when Pee Wee is at the Alamo asking to see the basement. It didn’t take me long before I found myself standing in front of the pond. Of course, it was now filled with water but I was positive that it was the same pond that Gonz and Jason Lee had skated in “Video Days." I stood there studying the curves of the concrete rim that was exposed just above the water line. “Dude, that’s where Gonz did that huge frontside grab over the hip!” I thought to myself. I marveled at the pond for a little longer and took a few photos of the Eiffel Tower. I didn’t even bother taking a ride up to the top. I was content with just seeing that pond and decided to keep moving.

   I stumbled upon some boats that were docked nearby so I purchased a ticket for a cruise through the heart of Paris on the Seine River. A slow moving river that flows from Dijon in the Alps, the Seine River joins the sea at Le Havre on the French coast. As we floated through the city, I saw some of Paris’s most famous landmarks including the Notre Dame, the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay and the Pont Neuf which is the oldest bridge that crosses the Seine. It was a very relaxing cruise and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. By the time we got back to the Eiffel Tower, it was almost time to meet back at the bus. On my way back to the bus, I stopped to grab a sandwich and something to drink. It was almost like I had taken a mini-vacation within my regular sized vacation. I had a great time though.  Paris was a beautiful city but I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to stomach the horrible smell. I met back with our group and boarded the bus and just like that, we were on our way back to Germany.


To be continued...
   

Saturday, May 18, 2013

European Trip 1991 - Part One


Characters have been combined and events have been condensed. These are my memories; I am the teller of my own story. Certain episodes are imaginative recreation. To protect the privacy of others, names have been changed and characters conflated. Etc.



   Growing up in the hot and dry South Eastern desert of New Mexico during the early 90’s was an interesting experience to say the least. In 1991, I was fifteen years old and living with my mother on the South side of Roswell. It was a year plagued with grunge music, flannel tops, and a surplus of teen spirit. My life was a psychedelic whirlwind of drugs, skateboarding, graffiti and sexual debauchery. Although I was heavily immersed in the skateboard sub-culture, I had begun spending more time getting into trouble and partying with my friends. While other kids were at home playing with their Super Nintendo or trying out for the high school basketball team, my friends and I were out skating the streets, tagging and dropping acid twice a week.

   I was attending a private school that year and summer was quickly approaching.  I had some extended family that was living in Germany at the time, my aunt Liz, her two teen daughters Alexandra and Nadja.  Aunt Liz is my dad’s sister and I knew her and my cousins from previous family events but she had recently remarried and was living with some new guy whom I’d never met. My mother thought that it would be a great opportunity for me to travel to Europe and stay with Aunt Liz for a couple of weeks during the summer. Although I had done some traveling with my mother in the past, I’d never been to Europe and the thought of going alone intrigued me. There was definitely a part of me that wanted to stay in Roswell and spend the summer skateboarding with my friends rather than dorking out with some distant relatives in Germany. I eventually agreed and after acquiring the appropriate documents, arrangements were made for me to fly out of El Paso International Airport. I was bringing the usual traveling amenities with me and anything else that was deemed essential. What I distinctly remember about preparing for my trip to Germany was that instead of packing up my skateboard, skate shoes and regular apparel, I decided to change up my style and bring some clothes that actually fit properly. I picked up some short cargo shorts, a few conservative looking polo shirts, a fanny pack and the ugliest pair of K-Swiss walking shoes that were currently being produced. In retrospect, this type of clothing would have probably been worn by any average tourist but in my mind, I was shooting for something completely opposite of who I was and the life that I was living. If was gonna go dorking around Germany, I might as well go full dork, right?

   Amongst the other items that I had prepared for travel was a smoking pipe that my father had personally given me earlier that year. It was a simple, rectangular wooden pipe that I had already used to smoke weed many times before. Haphazardly, I threw it in a plastic zip lock bag, neatly folded and tucked it away in the front compartment of my suitcase. Figuring that I would have an ample amount of time to retrieve it from my luggage once in El Paso, my plan was to transfer the pipe from the suitcase to the front pocket of my shorts before boarding the plane. So without any regard for airport security or customs, I made the decision that I was going to carry this stinky pipe with me all the way to Germany in the front pocket of my cargo shorts. Things moved pretty quickly after arriving in El Paso and I wasn’t able to break away from my mother long enough to grab the pipe from my luggage. I soon found myself being taxied to the airport and I was becoming a bit nervous, I had no idea what would happen if airport security were to discover the drug paraphernalia that was concealed in my luggage. If I didn’t get to it in time, I would be forced to hand it over to them at the check in counter. We arrived at the El Paso International Airport and it seemed like an eternity walking through the parking lot as my mother and I made our way to the terminal. I was praying for some type of distraction to divert my mom’s attention long enough so that I could make the switch but nothing happened. We entered the terminal and without any delay, we walked straight up to the check in counter. An older, rather attractive Mexican lady greeted us and asked for my ticket. After mindlessly punching away at the keyboard for what seemed like another eternity, she refocused her pretty brown eyes back on me and asked for my luggage. The sweat on my brow must have been visible at this point, my breath became uneven and my posture slightly changed. As I nervously looked back and forth between my mother and her, I could see the growing look of concern in their faces. “Please excuse me for a moment” I said as I slowly backed up clutching my suitcase, I heard my mother tell the lady “Sorry about this, he has a fear of flying.” I retreated back to the sliding doors at the terminal entrance and began to frantically dig for the pipe in the front compartment of the suitcase. I was trying not to bring any more attention to myself than I already had. Once I had it in my hand, I discreetly slid it into the right front pocket of my shorts. I managed to get everything squared away and promptly returned back to the counter. Walking back with a new found confidence, I smiled at the lady as if nothing had just happened and without any reluctance, handed over my suitcase. I am assuming the fact that I was a fifteen year old kid was the only reason that airport security wasn’t alerted about my suspicious behavior. I proceeded through each security checkpoint without any further complications, arrived at my gate on time and boarded the plane.

   After multiple flight transfers and delays, I arrived in Frankfurt, Germany. The length of the flight had just about made me crazy and I was desperate to get off the plane. After disembarking the aircraft, I stopped to sit down for a second so that I could gather my senses. I was suffering from motion sickness and was beginning to feel fatigued. It wasn’t long after sitting down that I heard some heavy footsteps headed in my direction. It sounded menacing and as I gradually lifted my head, I saw the combat boots of three German soldiers walking my way. These guys looked dangerous and I quickly became aware of the sub-machines that were slung around their shoulders. This was the first time in my life that I had seen soldiers armed with machine guns patrolling the inside of an airport. I would later learn that security had recently been beefed up due to certain threats that were present during that time. One of the guards looked at me for a brief moment and I tried to look as if I wasn’t at all moved by their presence. The thought of having to explain to my aunt that I was being detained because I was caught carrying drug paraphernalia was unbearable. As soon as they were out of sight, I located a map nearby and searched for an exit. As I was making my way through one of the gated areas, I caught the attention of a security guard. He approached me and began to lightly interrogate me about my destination. As if this wasn’t bad enough, he starts to frisk me! He must have felt the muscles in my leg tense up as his hands slid up and around my front pockets. His left hand immediately zeroed in on the pipe that was in the right front pocket of my shorts. As he grasped it through the outside of my shorts, he kept trying to define it with his fingers.  He then asks me with a firm voice and heavy German accent “Vhat is dis?” I felt as if I was about to come unglued right then but managed to keep my composure. I looked him in the eyes and told him that it was a keychain. After a momentary pause, he waived me through and I made my way to baggage claim. Soon after, I was greeted by my aunt Liz and her husband David near the terminal exit. It was getting late and it had been a very long and stressful day. We got the luggage situated in the car and commenced with our journey back to their house which was just about an hour South of Frankfurt.

   My aunt and her husband lived in the city of Worms. The name is of Celtic origin and is pronounced “Vorms”. One of Germany’s oldest cities, Worms has a population of about eighty five thousand people and is situated in the Rhine valley on the Western banks of the Rhine River. My aunt Liz had been living there for quite some time. A soft spoken woman, fluent in English, German, and Spanish, she carried herself well. Taller than most other women, she had a thin build, long dark hair with high cheek bones. A previous marriage had brought her to Germany and after a divorce, she decided to stay there and continue working on the American base in Worms. She had been living in Germany for so long that I was unable to detect any remanence of her New Mexican upbringing. Even when she spoke English, it was with a thick German accent. Her new husband David, who also worked on the base, seemed like an alright guy. Right off the bat, he explained to me that I was old enough to drink alcohol in Germany and then proceeded to instruct me on how to order beer in German. Contrary to what some people may believe, it was sound advice for a fifteen year old at that particular time and place. Although David hadn’t assimilated into German culture like Aunt Liz, he was a big fan of German beer, a connoisseur of sorts. His favorite brand was Kristallweizen and he suggested that I drink that during my stay.

   The morning after arriving in Germany, we all sat at the table for breakfast. It was the first time that I had seen my cousins Alexandra and her younger sister Nadja in years. They were both born and raised in Germany but we had met on several different occasions back in New Mexico as children. They were truly excited to see me and they had grown so much since the last time that I had seen them. They were constantly exchanging looks, giggling and whispering to each other in German as we ate our breakfast. Alexandra was the same age as me and spoke some English. Nadja was somewhat of a tomboy and spoke even less English than Alexandra. They lived with their father on the other side of the city but had come to stay with their mother for the occasion. Alexandra seemed to have a certain interest in me and was obviously excited to have an American boy staying with them. I would be lying if I said there weren’t a few taboo looks that were being exchanged between her and I at the table that morning.

   We finished up with breakfast and David showed me around the interior and exterior areas of their house. It was a very German type of house in a very German looking neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. It seemed appropriate that they lived off base being that my aunt Liz considered herself to be German and not American. I wasn’t quite sure where the hell I was but it felt rural, I could smell it in the air. David and I snuck away for short drive through the surrounding area which consisted of mostly vineyards, beautiful vineyards with varying shades of green that stretched in every direction. As we drove, David explained to me about the wine culture having a very strong presence in Worms and how it has been a 2000 year old tradition in that area. As I listened and gazed across the vineyards, I began to feel a deep sense of independence and freedom that I had never quite experienced before. It was exciting to be so far away from home and away from my sometimes overbearing mother. When we returned to the house, he grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator and took me down into the basement where he kept his airbrush paintings and equipment. It was a decent size workspace that was filled with a plethora of finished works that he had painted himself. He handed me a beer with one hand as he positioned his favorite Tommy James and the Shondells record on the turntable with the other. ”So what type of music do you listen to Damian?” he casually inquired. A truly unique man, David had a mullet that coordinated with his furry beard. He wore a fanny pack and Birkenstocks as if he were the one on vacation. We must have spent the next hour or so going through all of his airbrush paintings. They were mostly beach scenes with dolphins and things of that nature, not really to my liking but he was definitely talented at what he did.

   After becoming acquainted with things there at the house, I spent the next few days dorking around the city on foot. Both my Aunt Liz and David worked during the day so I would be dropped off in the center of the city early in the morning and they would pick me up later in the day when they got out of work. I spent a considerable amount of time exploring the city, taking pictures of local graffiti and guzzling down half liter glasses of Kristallweizen . I was surrounded by some of the finest High Romanesque architecture in the entire country. Gothic looking cathedrals and cobblestone pathways that, at times, made me feel as if I had stepped through a time warp. Trinity Church, the time disk in Market Square, home to five Romanesque churches and one of the three great imperial cathedrals on the Upper Rhine, Worms is truly a fascinating place. One morning in particular, I was trying find a decent place to eat some breakfast but all that Worms had to offer me was pastries. Block after block, an abundance of pastry shops. I began to lose hope that I would ever find anything to fulfill my early morning American appetite.  As I rounded the next corner, I was astonished to find a McDonalds. There they were, as plain as day, those golden arches staring right back at me! Already fantasizing about sausage biscuits and hash browns as I walked through the front doors, I impatiently scanned the menu for breakfast items but quickly realized that there were none. There was no way that I had missed breakfast, it was eight o’ clock in the morning! Something wasn’t right. One of the employees that spoke English noticed my distress and informed that breakfast isn’t served at McDonalds in Germany. I’m thinking “What the fuck!? That’s some of the most backwards shit that I’ve ever heard!”  I settled for a Big Mac, headed to the nearest bar and washed it down with a beer.

   I had learned about some day trip tours that were available through a travel agency located on base and decided to look into it. I stopped in at the travel agency and went through some of the brochures that they had on display. Two places in particular that caught my attention were Paris and Amsterdam. “Man, if I could only make it to Amsterdam”, I thought, “They’ve got some high quality weed in Amsterdam and I might even have enough time in one day to get a prostitute!” Later that day, I took the brochures with me back to the house and presented them to Aunt Liz and David. Needless to say, they tried to discourage any ideas that I had about going to Amsterdam and insisted that I visit Paris instead. Not willing to give up on Amsterdam, I attempted to plead with them and reassure them that I would stay out of trouble if I were allowed to go. They held their position and were adamant about me not going to Amsterdam.  The next day, I purchased my ticket for Paris and was instructed to meet back in two days at the bus station there on base. Aunt Liz told me about some close friends of hers that lived on base and explained that I should stay with them for the next two days until my bus departs for Paris. I have to say that it was a bit strange and I felt a little as if I were being dumped off on some total strangers but hey, it added to the excitement of my trip.

To be continued...