Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
through the garage and up a passageway that took you into a barren<br />
courtyard of stamped-down dirt with rickety apartment buildings<br />
towering around you, and skinheads and bootwomen permeated this<br />
snakepit, some ascending the fire escape to the first-storey terrace,<br />
the second-storey terrace, the third-storey terrace where things were<br />
dark and rotten, and at any point a skinhead might block your way<br />
and you’d have to be awfully polite to get past him and keep<br />
climbing to the fourth-storey terrace where Bootwoman Dan-L<br />
yawned and scratched her new-shaven head, and Marisa sat on the<br />
stairs with other skinhead girls in a pool of beer, which trickled<br />
slowly down the stairs in a nice uncaring way, like Ice’s piss, losing<br />
itself in Marisa’s jacket and under Marisa’s leg and behind<br />
Bootwoman Kim’s shoulder and so on to the ocean. For the most<br />
part Marisa said nothing, because she was already very stoned. * She<br />
stared out across the world; you could see clouds here, and dirty<br />
windows, and laundry hanging from distant fire escapes, and at any<br />
time you could look down on the yard as if from a low- budget<br />
watchtower, to see the Skinz lined up at the beer keg to pump Bud<br />
into plastic cups for themselves, their buddies, their girls; and in the<br />
middle of that grey sad space there was a grey sad tree that rose three<br />
storeys; and the Skinz tied a rope around a cupful of beer and threw<br />
the rope up around a branch of that tree and caught the free end and<br />
started raising the cup very slowly and carefully until it was about<br />
thirty feet high and then they began to swing the rope back and forth,<br />
back and forth as they raised it, the beery pendulum whizzing<br />
merrily over everyone’s faces, and then the Skinz got excited and<br />
started really yanking with their big tattooed arms and the cup<br />
upended at about fifty feet and rained beer on everybody and some<br />
girls in black frowned and said, “Fuck you,” and some Skinz<br />
laughed, and some individuals were not noticeably affected.<br />
Everybody was getting a little drunker and louder now. Some guy<br />
* This was not too long after Marisa lost her job at the bakery on Castro Street<br />
because the owner read an official government report that skinheads were racist<br />
and sexist. - What a surprise! - “I don’t have anything to say about that,” said<br />
Marisa defiantly. - “Well, I can’t have someone working here with those opinions,”<br />
said the owner, whose boyfriend was Jewish. Marisa told her to fuck off.<br />
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