Bios

JEFF HEINZL

     Jeff was adopted at a young age by the people he lives with and
calls his parents.  But this has nothing to do with Jeff.  Jeff was a
mischievious little child.  He even once burned an entire thriving city
to the ground.  Jeff spends most of his time skating as does all of the 
3rd Street Mob.  When he's not skating, he's usually sleeping, eating, or
playing tripeaks or solitaire while listening to Phish.

     Nate has quite a complex personality.  It is most charming and
 colorful.  Nearly all of the time, you will see Nate wearing black.  
Sometimes he doesn't, but this is rare.  He also usually wears two belts.
  This is because he likes to be "Old School Punk".  Nate likes to skate 
as much as possible.  He has a whack style.  It changes all the time.  
Nate also likes to scream obscenities when skating (anyone who has skated
 with him knows what I'm talking about).  When Nate's not skating, he's 
usually playing muzak on his geetar, fingerboarding, or eating cereal.  
Nate does not sleep.

     One word describes Cory.  Odd.  With an imagination like that of 
a roaming Triceratops of the late Cretacious period, he can think up 
amazingly wierd ass things.  I would like to see this kid drunk or high
some day.  When Cory's  not skating he's probably doing something other
than skating.  He likes to do flips off things.  He also likes to binge
soda drink with Nate.  If you're ever at a play-ground with him, ask
 him to do a backflip off the swing.  Cory is definitely a crazy mof.

     Cory is down with everyone.  I don't think there's anyone that
doesn't like him.  Back when he was in Wausau we'd all pile into his mini
van, and cruise around in the cemetery.  Then we picked up these ghost 
chicks, and Cory was like "shit man, we gotta get these bitches outta here,
my half-grandma will smell them when i give the minivan back."  So we kicked
out the ghost chicks.  And that, my friend, was quite an adventure.

NICK SLAMYNSKI
     Nick used to be a big cock.  Then he must've realized how dumb he
was being.  Now he's cool.  He's a mean bronco rider.  When we(the 3rd
street mob) were out on tour in Texas, we met this guy.  He was like, I
bet your little friend can't last 2 hours on that Texan Grey bronco over 
there.  We were like, dude, yeah he can.  So this cowboy man put Nick on
the bronco.  We gave a few words of encouragement like "hey bitch, your 
transportation home is riding on whether you last 2 hours on this bronco."
Needless to say, Nick lasted .5 seconds and he walked back to Wisconsin.
So I guess he's not really a mean bronco rider.

TYLER
     Tyler is the most recent addition to the mob.  He kinda quiet
till ya get to know him.  Then he's plain crazy.  I remember the time
Tyler got out his trusty shotgun and we went into the woods to kill a
deer for supper.  We had been stalking this deer for hours.  When all
of a sudden, Tyler had a Nam flashback.  He was convinced that the deer
was "charlie"  except it hadn't been a deer at all.  It  was an Native-
American shaman.  And he was quite frightened.  Tyler took off through
the woods after the shaman screaming "I'm gonna get ya charlie!"  The 
Indian only replied with a petrified "Woobooboowoowooaiai!!"  Finally,
after about a half an hour of running, Tyler claimed the flashback was
over and coaxed the indian out of a tree.  Then as soon as he was down
Tyler lunged at him.  Now Tyler has an indian scalp hanging on his wall.

TIM HEINZL
     Tim is most definitely the craziest of the group.  He naturally
thinks up and says the strangest things that come to mind.  Some might 
think he is high or drunk, but no, he's perfectly sober.  He is the 
videographer for the mob.  His best skateboard piece is probably the day
we got kicked off this church, and off of Wisconsin Fuel and Light.  Tim
has extremely long hair.  If he trimmed up the sides, he'd have a classic
mullet.  When he wears his Cubs hat, a dirty white T-shirt, and dirty jeans
Tim looks like 100% pure white trash.

JIM PALMER
     Jim is a funkalicious happenin dude.  When I first met him I 
thought his head was on fire because he has red hair.  So first I doused 
him with water, but when that didn't put out the "fire" I started to club
him in the head with my shoe, desperate to put out the fire.  By now, Jim
was righteously pissed.  Finally, Jeff was like, dude, his heads not on 
he just has red hair.  Now Jim wanted to get even, so he lit my hair on
fire, and beat the crap out of me with his shoe.  Now me and Jim are 
friends.  All in all, he's one bad-red-headed-mofo.  But if you see him sometime, make sure you don't mistake his red head for a flamin fro.























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