Warstoryville with Duane Peters
January 14th 2000
The year is 2000 and its just another day to me, and let’s face it fools, life’s what we make of it, tons of these people on this planet need! And if there’s no goals, purpose or direction, you just might be one of these people-props in the way. That’s alright, get used to it, they might be new souls, inbreds, dead inside, robots, aliens… Who knows? Let the video game begin, they got nothin better to do and a lot of ‘em are suits, cops, politicians, trust fund babies, organizers, so-called friends and even family members. With a lot of ‘em their only mission in life is to keep you down, so while we’re constantly trying to get to these new scenes in our own separate movies of life, we got to learn always new ways of how to filter these props out. Sometimes funny, sometimes annoying.
I noticed this stuff fairly early in life and in my own scenes of my own personal movie. I’ve been very much human and gone for many escape routes, mistakes and accomplishments. My movie’s very much not dull, and as long as it goes on, it don’t get boring as a rule because there’s always new goals to meet. This is life to me in big-time short. Punk rock is life, skateboarding is life. These two things run very much parallel in my life. I don’t know about your life, but in the last four years I’ve done mostly travel, and road time, and whatever I do, all over the world and I now know this for a fact… a f#@king lot of individuals on this planet feel exactly the same, and cherish these parallels. Skateboarding and punk rock are the roots to many subsidiaries to whom these alternative, millennium types call extreme! F#@k, those words are not in my vocabulary at all and very hard to write. I hope the punk rock gods forgive me for trying to relate…
Anyhow. I’ve been completely devoted to both skateboarding and punk rock for over twenty years and don’t see me changing my tune anytime soon. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks when he don’t want any! Nope, I don’t choose to grow up because I’ve seen it through many others and I believe strongly that to grow up is to give up! Growing’s good, I grow slow and I don’t put a root on it and don’t cross the forbidden lines of life because you might not make it back!
To all you new guys and piles out there ten years and under and are so dedicated to the lifestyle, as they say. Wow, I hope you think you know it all ‘cuz I sure as f#@k don’t. There’s plenty before me that I’ve met that just live it and their lives are full and positive, walking the walk, individuality motherf#@kers. So if you’re here on the five year, just-getting-by-on-the-inbetweens plan, good luck in your movie, but don’t be a taker only. If you’re gonna be in the “real world” I hope you help it or save it. I know so many twenty-five-year-olds who don’t skate anymore because they’re too old or some limb hurts too much! Spare me! Or the kids bug ‘em too much at shows and it ain’t at all like the f#@kin’ day man! Spare me! Just get out of the way, we don’t need you. The road was paved way before the majority of you so-called old schoolers that try to separate every little difference there is. “We’re boring safe coattail riders, so let’s categorize everything!” You’ll weed yourself out in time, they always do, critics! Look in the mirror you f#@king sponges. Have dinner on me fat ass and just try to figure me out, analyzing brain childs! Nostrildumbass is dead! Take it as it comes ‘cuz you’ve got it coming scene leaches!
This is my introduction to many who think they know me and who don’t! These guys at Blue Torch gave me a column and as long as I got it, it’s gonna pull the covers off a lot, and I mean a lot of shit, the inside of a lot of camps, posers, shredders, givers and takers in punk lock and skateboarding and the ways I see it! If you wish I was dead, stand in line f#@ker ‘cuz I don’t care about you. And just so you know, if you’re so well on the surface, I’m dedicating right now, every article I do for this: To all the true punk rock and skateboard soldiers that died for your sorry ass.