Pulp Friction - Ezekiel 25:17
Candy Apple Razorblades
Position: All over the place
Motto: Be Cool Like Fonzie
Specialty: telling bad jokes from Fox Force Five & putting the Jell-o in the pudding
(smooth booty shakin')
Weapons of Choice: Marcellus Wallace and knives
Disklikes: Uncomfortable silences and vicious rumors about my husband
Greatest Weakness: Foot massages
Greatest Achievement: Stealing the trophy at Jack Rabbit Slim's World Famous Twist Contest
I was left on the doorstep of an orphanage in Bangkok. At the age of 16, I came to America in search of my family. I spent many years scouring the country for them, always led astray. Upon making some American friends I was introduced to numerous other intrigues and in three shakes of a lambs tail, I became infatuated with choppers (anything fast on wheels), the twist, and experiments with friction. My obsession with friction came with this strange name I was given. I was once told that friction is the evil of all motion. It seemed as if nature had given us friction to stop us from moving at all, thus my fascination with anything on wheels. With the twist, it was the force of my naked feet grinding the bare floor, with choppers I found beauty within the relationship of the wheels and the pavement, which induced my desire to propel myself with this force of friction. At a pawn shop in middle America, I spied the strangest pair of boots with wheels attached to the soles, finally, cementing wheels becoming an integral part of my soul. My experiments with friction eventually pacified my need to find my bloodline ... making my relationship with my skates my dynasty ... which is a force ... as in we're a force to be reckoned with.