Latest
Update: September
8, 2001
Caught
Inside
Not
By Chris Mauro
I
was sitting on the beach recently, thinking about myself. "Shit
dude," I told myself, "your life sucks. You have to travel on
advertiser sponsored junkets with a bunch of spoiled pros and
ponder how to make a journey that most surfers would give their
left nut for seem interesting and revolve completely around you
and your experiences at the same time."
Sometimes
I worry I'm dumb, but then I quote myself: "no, I'm not dumb,
I'm smart, and people think I'm smart too." Otherwise why would
my words appear on so many lines in my magazine? It's amazing
to think that I own a magazine. But I guess I do, otherwise, how
could I convince myself to allow myself to go on a trip called
Chris Cross America, and bamboozle the other dudes I work with
into thinking that I was going to discover a universal truth about
surfing. In fact, I only really rediscovered how much I really
like me and how much less interesting than me the people I met
were.
I
was sitting with Bruce and Andy Irons one day on a nice beach
in Tahiti, where there were some dark skinned people who lived
there. I don't think they were oriental, but they didn't seem
black either. Oh wait, back to me. So I said, "guys, enough from
me about me, let's talk about what you think about me."
Bruce
summed it all up when he said, "dude, when I think of how important,
like you and my cousin Ricky are, I'm like, dude."
Andy
said, "Well dude, as long as you keep getting my pictures published
in the magazine and keep making me and my brother not seem like
the dicks we are, then I'll definitely not tell you what I really
think about you."
I
said to myself, "hmm, they must really like me."
I
go here, and I go there. I get to write stuff that's cool. "Hmmm,"
I ask myself, "What would I be doing if I hadn't jumped ship from
Surfer to jump ship to Swell to jump ship to Surfer?" I guess
if I wasn't repping for Billabong, I'd just have my dad buy me
a different surf magazine.
Sometimes,
my inner voice, which I call the Anti-Chris asks things like this:
wait, do surfers want to read more about surfing from a variety
of voices and and opinions that shape our sport? Do they want
to have their minds opened to something besides the pros who all
happen to be my bros and that I would never speak bad about? Do
they want to read something about the people, culture and history
of the rad places where I take myself to? Where does a massage
parlor fit into all this? Why doesn't anybody edit my articles?
Oh yeah, 'cause I'm the self-appointed king and future editor.
Was the ...lost ad in the last Surfer trying to tell me something
while also trying sell me something? Does it mean something that
one of the most honest articles in my magazine was the ...lost
ad? Do "you people" (as like to call you readers) give a damn
about more than just me and my narrow take on the neato stuff
I make happen to me as the reigning king of Surfer magazine.
Then
I tell myself. "Nah, I'm way more interesting than those dumb
things."
I'm
glad you think so too.
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