By E Wright

December 1, 1998

Who the hell am I kidding? I ain't no f-king writer. I can't edit. I have no formal education, and my work is always late. The only reason I still have this job is because I kissed a lot of ass and made them think they needed me-like I'm an integral link to some type of "'core" snowboarder because I skate and puke on myself. I was even starting to believe my own bullshit and rely on the hype. To think I actually gave a shit about being fired because Mike Ranquet didn't want me to do his interview anymore. (Thank god.) Moving to Oregon was the best thing that ever happened to me because it freed me from ever having to again say, Dudeman, does this method-air have enough ‘super cool' kick-out style for the cov-dog, bro?"

Oregon reminded me that none of that shit mattered and really helped the way I not only view life, but my job as well. My priorities were brought home to caring only for friends, family, and enjoying one long bender called life. Drink up because last call means you're dead.

E Wright's Cussing Toteboard
The above story is 291 words long, yet it included the following cuss words: 1 Hell, 1 Fucking, 1 Ass, 1 Bullshit, and 2 Shits. That means this Launch is 2.6 percent cussing, rather low compared to E's speaking percentages.--The Online Editor