THE MONT: Off Of Broad Street. - A Short Story/Poem/Art By Sherry Ostopick/Old Band Stuff/Songs/Photos/Random

The city in the wind was always nothing short of a hassle. The streets reeked on piss and broken dreams laided out among Chestnut Street like so many fallen leaves of seasons past. The snow would be falling soon which mean hibernation for some, complete helplessness and despair for most. Finding himself in the middle of this class of seasons the boy reached up for his cellphone fingers shaking so badly you'd think he would drop the phone ontop the rough damp concrete. But that was not the case. He stopped after typing in her area code. What was this going to prove? That he missed her? She had already known that after our last failed encounter. This was all for nothing. He loved this women with all of his heart and wanted her to feel the same.

If she said no, fuck it at least he tried. But biting his tounge for this long was driving him off the edge. How hard was it to spit out his words of love? Alot harder than he had expected. This was no high school romance, this was saving the girl he loved from an awful situation. All super hero puns aside the closest super hero he could think about was Underdog for some reason. But beyond Underdog was his prize in a black dress, her eyes shimmered like emeralds in the desert sun. It was now or ever.

He felt his cellphone slip from his pocket yet paid it no mind. He was here and she was to be his. Exchanging smiles brought him a joy he thought only existed in fairytales. After grabbing a seat and discussing lost time, they decided to take a walk around City Hall avoiding the scum bum fights and human feces. Hand and hand they stood over looking LOVE Park. She offered him a smoke of her one hitter, "sure help calm my nerves down a tad." A few puffs later everything seemed to slow down and seem a bit more managable. The two grabbed a seat on a bench avoiding the scraps of bicycle and skate damage done to the bench and began to laugh, Love was a beautiful thing, and lasting love is what life is all about. Leaning towards her lips he softly grabbed her hand and whispered in here ear, "I'll never leave or hurt you, you are the most beautiful girl in town, no one will hurt you,and others shall be jealous of your beauty.

As the sun set in the west under gray clouds pumped with snow, he dropped to his knees causing the skin to spilit at his knee caps, and out spat the words at last, "I love you you, Im sorry but I do. Not a fucking day goes by where I wish that you were not in my arms, Im sick of having you at an arms length and want to spend the rest of my life with you. You complete me as cliche as that may seen. Life isn't worth living without you in it, so please accept my offer to take the leap fom friends to so much more. I want to spend my life with you."

Her eyes teared and for a moment she was speechless. Had he done the wrong thing" The range of emotions attacked his mind like a Navy Battle in World War II. She glanced up, smiled and put the letter back into his hand, Never breaking eye contact she walked away, until she was out of site. Devistated he walked home defeated and burst open his parents liquor cabinet and emptied out his prescrition medication. If she wasn't going to be with me then she could have a blast talking shit at my funeral. But it wasn't as easy as someone like Danny Baldwin Over Dosing. Half way through second guesses attacked his mind like a swarm of bees. This was wrong and he knew it. Waking him up from his suicidal daze his phone was ringing ominious tones seeming to mock him. He was greated with tears on the other line saying the words, "sorry, and I didn't mean to hurt you."

He dropped the phone and ran towards her home, thru the front door and up the stairs the site of blood hit him like a train. Her wrists were cut so deep that he feared he could see her bone. "Call 911" we must save you he screamed all while telling her pale body how beautiful she looked and that she was going to be ok. When the ambulance showed up, they wheeled her away hand in mine. Im not losing you he screamed as the Ambulance doors slammed shut. Into his Honda he jumped racing after the emergency vehicle. Red lights meant about as much as his broken heart at the moment, "Fuck em" he thought as his car was shaking violently as it hit is max speeds before the massive breaking into a controled fish tale as the reached the hospital. Fuck pay to park where is my girl! Pushing his way past the elderly and drug seekers his hand finally reached hers, clamy and deathlike, the doctors then pushed him out of the room and drove in to earn their paychecks.

Hours seem like days, and days seem like weeks. A modern prisioner in an unholy land of unpaid bills and used ben pans. But on the fourth day she opened her eyes. Glancing at me and smiling I dove in kissing her on the lips, tears adding to the taste of her beautiful lips. She was alive. Words cannot express the feeling of victory that I got but I knew that the long walk had just begun to get her back into the girl that I fell in love with. This time at least she knows how I feel about her, and about us. Win none, lose all seemed to be his train of thought but it was now or never.

A week passed and all seemed well, the two went for a walk in the local woods to check out the changing of the season in a natural perspective. Beauty wasn't even the world to describe the dying forest on top of the rock hill. Hand in hand they climbed up the stiff face, eyes blinded by the Winter Sun. "You'll be mine forever." She said and leapt from his arms into the jagged rocks below. Her blood soaked up her dress and began to spread like a virus among the rock face. "You were all I ever wanted was his last words, as the cliff became a high dive and as his feet lifted off the rock and his body bent to dive. All he could think about was her smile. All the way until the bones in his arms shattered like a broken bottle on prom night. Peace was at hand in a single jump. They would be together for all time. Humanity meant nothing to true love. I missed you.

Words by Adam Schnellenbach
All artwork by Sherry Ostopick.

So glad I got my posts put in and don't have to wear this anymore.

Sick Guy! Sick Dog! <3 Lucy The Dog Is My Baby!

IF I FLOODED OUT YOUR HOUSE, DO YOU THINK YOU'D MAKE IT OUT?

HOLY HIGH SCHOOL!

The MOZ!

I used to be a Death Metal Hippie!

Check out my old band haha, "Skeleton Proof Tanks." I wanted to be called Sacrifyx. We had some super sick shows and big crowds. Got to open for Napalm Death, Skinless, Arsis, A Life Once Lost, The Faceless, Incantation, Vital Remains (twice), Magrudergrind, B.S.O.M, Passion, Rosetta, ect, ect the list is massive.

Local shows were always sickening!

Fun was had...for a bit.

Here are some live songs from one of our Winter Tours.

Check out our 2005 press kit video for our EP, "Laces Out".
So funny now that I watch it.

Me and Old Bear our tour wagon aka DEATH BOX!

After Skeleton Proof Tanks I joined a two man project called, Agent Failure.

It was super fun yet really dark times, we took too many drugs, smoked our brains away, and drank like sailors all producing a record of pure hatred and awesome tunes. I loved it but my buddy fell out of love with the project. There is one bootleg video floating around the internet of us since I lost the record.

There we go, ignore the footage and just try to enjoy the organized chaos that is the auditory sound of hatred.

Seriously our shows were fucking wild!

ITS A FUCKING RECORDING SESSION NOT A PIZZA PARTY CHODABOY!

Hey its Sara, and Sarah! On our way to Dudefest 2008 in Indiana!

Such a good road trip. I miss you Sara G.! Especially our late night 4 hour conversations about baking goods </3 miss you!

I want to come visit you in Louisville and shred the Skatepark with you! Maybe meet up with Mr. Mike Lausman for some more shredding!

Mike rules! Watch the Props Metal Bikes Colorado Road Trip For Proof.
Its in this issue which is a CLASSIC! R.I.P TISEO!

Our Remembering Joe Tiseo issue. Includes a little memorial section and some footage from the Tiseo Benefit Jam at the Hakettstown Skatepark. Also the X-Games from Philly, a Metal Bikes Road Trip, a Bio on flatlander Matt Wilhelm, the Vans Triple Crown.

Here is a write up by Jason a. Davis, www.notfreestylin.com: "When Props was doing 6 video a year there would typically be on interview with a flatlander a year. Since Props has gone to 4 issues a year the yearly flatland interview equals about about 1/4 of the interviews for the year. That sounds fair to me. I hate to be a person who notices things like that but flatland is a part of out sport and should be fairly represented. This year it was Matt Wilhelm. That dude is amazing. When that guy does a time machine the dude at the end the trick 15 minutes before he started the trick. My only complaint was I would have rather seen a interview instead of just Matt speaking. In the past it just seems that the interviewer would bring a lot to the table when interviewing. The Joe Tiseo tribute was great. It is weird to think that he missed the whole 9-11 attack by about a week. The Metal Trip which Leland named "Roach Fools" was dope. The Blacken commercial was hilarious. I am tempted to say this is the best issue of Props this year."

Ah the good old days of VHS Tapes and bent axles!