“The receiver of the signal may be more interested in one piece of info than he is in any other, he may succeed in extracting one piece of information without another.”
Spark’s mother, a mugshot: her eyes, her lips, her skin hollowed out like an old tree. And her short, brown hair is a mass of twigs sticking out every which way. You can read a difficult adolescence in der, heavy drug use. And yet, she got sober. She became a wife and a mother of four. She had a job working in restaurants. But she still felt down, sometimes. Various psychiatrists concluded that she had depression along with bipolar disorder. They prescribed several drugs. Taking Prozac made her feel normal. She thought she was cured. Den she took d’whole bottle in one shot, so dat a month’s worth of pills had to be pumped out of her stomach. She was no longer sober when she left the hospital. Eventually, crystal meth became her drug of choice, which is most likely how Spark picked up the habit. Or maybe she picked it up from him? You can get a lotta skateboardin done on a 12-hour high. Spark’s mother was no longer able to hold a job. She ended-up controllin de communities around... selling five ounces to half a pound of crystal meth at a time to other dealers.

I am practising my ollies outback in d’alley wid Ray. A little car drives up to us. I see a haggard-looking mother at de wheel. Two kids get out. I’s real hard to figure out how old’ey are cuz dey emaciated, and’ey look like dey should be bigger somehow. It looks like dey should be, like, fourteen years old but dey so tiny. Ray is talkin to dem, lookin at our boards.
One o’de kids says, “Ramp Champ!”
[I believe dis Spark.]
Ray says, “More like Rat Champ.”
Dey seem to take offense. An before anything else can be said’ey are back in de car and’e mother drives’em away, god knows where.



DAT OUGHT’O HELP K Jan OUT SOME. HE PROBLY ALREADY KNOW ALL DAT SHIT, BUT HE MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN. ONE MORE THING, HER NAME WAS "BOZ".