Zorlac


Growing up, being a skater and a comic-nerd didn’t exactly endear me to the farm kids of Plant City, Florida. While my brother and I still did our farm chores we weren’t really in line with kids our own age. I didn’t really have an outlet for either; reading comics by myself and skating alone on the road closest to my farm on ramps that my Dad made in the shop.

All that changed when Henry Lariscy opened ‘Hobby Express’ in the Strawberry Plaza. Henry and I became friends and the store became my preferred hangout spot; a place where you could read and discuss comics, D&D (which I proudly played, along with Call of Cthulhu) and buy, build and work on skateboards.

I was already a diehard Pushead/Zorlac fan when Henry had them sponsor a Pro/Am event in the lot behind his store. The Zorlac guys came with bags of swag… Pushead stickers galore. Most of them, I’m loathe to say, ended up on everything I owned. My decks, my notebooks at school, etc.

I was looking for something in my hall closet today (which I still haven’t found, and should still be searching for instead of updating a dang blog!) and came across this little guy from back in the day. 1988.It survived the notebooks.

I don’t really know where Henry got off to, but on the off chance he ever finds this (be honest: we all google our names) I’d sure like to say thank you for all the good times.

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Hand of Fear


Hand and Foot of Fear

More old mail; in 1987 I received the Pusmort sampler with “Hand of Fear” artwork on the sleeve. I can’t remember now if the “Foot of Fear” sticker came that year or not. The EP has a bit of yellowing and a crease on the sleeve’s opening.

Information on the release from the Pusfan.com website follows…..  Continue reading

Cleanse the Bacteria


Pushead Sticker

Cleanse the Bacteria

There’s a scene in the 40 Year Old Virgin where Steve Carrell talks about his mint condition toys from childhood; “I got this when I was in second grade. Do you know how hard it is for a kid to not open that?”

I got this sticker in the mail when I was 12 years old. The photo was taken a few weeks ago which makes it almost 24 years old. I have a few left that I never used for their intended purpose, though I regret the hell out of putting that Gastunk Melting Baki sticker on my notebook in sixth grade.