Saturday, July 16, 2011

Pussy Worth More Than Solid Gold

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Bastien loved to use his old student id to cut coke- you could tell he really got a bang out of it. He was a high school drop out, knew five languages and was snorting highly potent cocaine that he had most likely gotten for free. The card was a symbol of Bastien's defiance- his veritable mastery of the landscape. He would immediately talk faster, louder and slightly more passionate than he already was, with card in hand- high before the grains even touched his nostrils.



There were two kinds of lines: there were regs lines, aka what Bast would call "a pro line" which was slightly bigger than a normal sized line and then there were jumbo ones more than twice the size of a pro line that he called "A Bastien line"- and believe you me, the Bastien lines that he referred to most of the time had nothing to do with switch heelz back five-O one eighty outs.



"I got bigger Nostrils, I need bigger lines!" was his punchline. He would say that at least a minimum of five times every time he and Jay did coke together- and if you knew how often he did coke, you would be more blown away with how he stays out of emergency rooms than how he didn't get injured kickflip front boarding a nineteen stair handrail in a school yard in Northern California.



Bastien was well beyond the traveling pack of pros. Wandering through the crowds in Paris and emerging as a singular talent- it appeared to most that Bastien thought he would remain a part of the global skateboarding elite until he was sure he knew why he was leaving. This would evidently not be the case.



"Bijou's Gone!" he said desperately while cutting cocaine with his ID on the glass breakfast table in the GRAN L U X E Hotel suite after returning from the downstairs bar. "Bijou's Gone!"



"Calm down! I just saw you with him downstairs in the mall" said JAY reassuringly.



What Jay said obviously didn't reach him and he responded instead by repeating : "Bijou's Fucking gone!"



Only about ten people in the world knew what Bijou was: Lance Dawes knew, Penny knew, Arto knew, Jeremy Fox didn't know, Stu Graham knew, the girl Bastien lost his virginity to knew and of course Jay knew.



Bijou was the little brown wooden troll/ good luck charm that he would secretly always carry around. Everything on Bijou was wooden except for his frizzy white hair and his fake glass eyes. He even had a small wooden brush that matched the dark tone of his body and you could place it inside his tiny hand. During downtime or sometimes when Bastien would be waiting for the photographer before getting his hammer- You would see Bastien sitting off in the distance with his shoes kicked off, leisurely brushing Bijou's coarse hair- talking to himself. He would whisper with his French accent: "Oh Bijou! Be nice Bijou! You let your hair get knotty when you're in my pocket and I brush it out. Please be careful inside there Bijou! Oh Bijou, Bijou". Bastien was always a bit eccentric to say the least and if you knew anything about him- him having a habit of brushing a dolls hair to calm down would be the least of your worries, believe me.



"He's gotta be some where! He's probably in your burlap Quicksilver sac. Did you check there?" asked Jay, pleadingly.



"He's not there, he's gone" Bastien said flatly.



"Did you check the secret pocket in your Dekine backpack?"



"No, you're not listening to me!!!! He's Gone!"



"Are you sure? What about those wind pants you had on earlier? I just saw you with him! He's got to be around here somewhere!"



While Jay was flinging the embroidered pillows off the couch,throwing them across the room or lying on his stomach to see if Bijou had fallen underneath the console, Bastien consumed his "pro line" and Jay's "reg line".



"I just saw you with him! Look, let's go back downstairs. Go with me to look! Come on! Lets go downstairs to the bar!"



Bastien followed Jay back downstairs but it was probably because he was buzzed from the coke and he felt like walking around. He didn't say anything and was still shaken. Jay was holding him by the arm, leading Bastien around. Jay said: "Remember you were sitting in the court next to the planter ledge to ledge? Maybe he fell behind one of those plants!"



"You're not listening to me! He's gone! I'm going back upstairs."



When Bastien would hear the line :"Bitch acts like her pussy is solid gold", he said it always made think of Janie . How could it not? Not only was her pussy worth more that solid gold, so was everything else around it. This Bastien always concluded.



" I guess Party's over!" said Bastien as he was working on turning a large pile of white dust into a large line of white dust. He already had twelve Bastien lines lined up neatly and all spaced perfectly about a quarter inch from each other. He always did that with his coke. No matter how much he had,he would always just line it all out- it seemed to calm him down and also probably made him feel like he was being of use. If the cops came tumbling in though, they'd probably all get charged with intent to distribute because each line looked like a really shitty twenty.



"Hasta la vista, Bear!" he said while blocking his left nostril and hoovering the thick line in one fluid, efficient swipe. Bastien did coke like how he skated. He had an incredible lung capacity.No matter how much dust the line had, he never had speckles come down- it all stayed up in his dome.



"Ease up or you'll get a heart attack during best trick! " Jay said, snatching the rolled up Euro from out of his hand.



"I'm not going to Surf Expo! I aint goin to no contest!" he said with a tone of contempt that would be reserved for something of the caliber of finding a person pissing on your bed or catching someone stealing your girlfriend's panties.



"I know you're upset about Bijou, but he'll turn up. You got the purse cinched, anyways - you'd be turning away money!"said Jay pleading reassurance.



That much was true. For Bastien practice probably lasted less than five minutes. Jay imagined him rolling up to the make shift fifteen stair rail, front boarding it first try only try- coming out fakes. Then he walks back up the wooden stairs that were painted to resemble 17th century Russian or Gothic cobblestone steps- rode away from the top of the rail, circled back, cut Lutzka off and and then backtailed it to fakie. Bastien never got kicky during practice though, mostly because he didn't have a crowd to motivate him. During the contest it could go down: kicky front board, kicky backlip, kicky backtail, front blunt, kicky front blunt. Then he would probably treflip the handrail (to show that he isn't just a rail skater) and then he would go for all his double kicky tricks.



"Janie's gonna leave me. That is certain"- he said with his head ducked near the surface of the table, closely admiring the precision of his line of lines.


"What are you talking about? Janies not leaving you! You really should lay off the white, kaiiid" said Jay as he then pulled the id out Bastien's hand.



Bastien sighed. "I met her back in '99, now shes twenty two- she's actin like shes forty. She says 'all I need is a man to support me' Pushin Lexuses,wearing fat diamond rings. Her Cellular phone reings supreme."


Since Bastien was speaking in such general terms and now quoting Mobb Deep lyrics- Jay knew this was more than displaced over sentimentality- Jay knew Bastien was serious.








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