As I sit here in federal prison on charges of liberating mink from fur farms in the wild--taking my food through a slot in the door and friendships through the mail--I cannot help but reflect on the role Thrasher played in all of this, in the evolution of my consciousness and also the downfall of my freedom. The July 1993 Thrasher blew open the walls of my suburban Seattle mind. It was to me, in no exaggerated terms, an internal revolution from which I would never really recover. I began skating. It was the Plan B Questionable video that exposed me to the punk and hardcore scene. And political hardcore bands like Earth Crisis brought me to adopt a strict vegan diet, a straight edge lifestyle, and animal rights activism. It all built up right to the fall west road trip in which I had conspired to release thousands of min from captivity. After seven years on an FBI wanted list, I was arrested and Sentenced to 24 months. It's now been over 13 long years since reading that very " first Thrasher mag, from handrails to jail--and looking around at this prison existence, the genealogy is clear: Thrasher, you wrecked my life. Go vegan. Don't get caught.
Thrasher changed my life, too.--T-ed