Chocolate factory.

Hey Jake, though you probably do not remember me, I sure as hell remember you. I know that you get letters like this everyday, so please bare with my generic dribble. I met you last Saturday at the world premiere of Th1rt3en. We took a picture together, and another of you, me and Salman. First off, Thrasher kicks some major ass. Though I am not stoked on all the Nike, Ecko, and Quicksilver ads, I understand that ya gotta do what ya gotta do, so it's all good with me (as if you care what some punk-ass kid has to say). Anyway, enclosed I sent in an article about my thoughts/experience on the premiere night of Th1rt3en. Whereas most kids want (well, skater kids) to be pm skaters and skate the sickest shit in the world, I want to be a writer. Sure, I'd probably write about stuff I could give a shit about such as the soaring prices of Tampons over at Albertsons or maybe the difference between Bush Sr and George W, but my true calling would always be skateboarding. Yeah, I skate and I love it, but I'd never have the balls to ollie a 23-plus stair like Boulala or even bust none 360 flip nose manuals to varial heel out but I know that writing, along with skating, will always make me happy. I know that you probably get hundreds of letters like this everyday, but please, just read my article. I don't expect you to print it; I do not expect to get free shit at all. Hell, I don't expect you to even like it. But if you could just respond back to me, even if it is a one page letter reading, "Hey, this shit sucks!" I'd still be the happiest kid this side of Wallenberg. Thanks for your time. Later.

Sean Castillo

Oakley, CA