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Inside My Enemy by Donna Hinman 3 Spray paint to Rembrandt. Leather leggings to lace stockings. Bass guitar to violin. Rita and Diana were as different as Wonder Bread and croissants. Could they ever reconcile their views? Rachael Myllymaki: Roughrider by Jeannie McCabe 8 Ride 'em, cowgirl! The little lady from the Big Sky state has enough rodeo drive to keep her riding circles around the competition. Cool Aid by Luan Miller 14 Snowbody does it better—even 007 could take lessons from these heros of the slopes. Like lifeguards, National Ski Patrol members bring first-aid care under lift and over mogul to skiers in trouble. LSD: The Trip to Skip by Jolene L. Roehlkepartain 18 If Freddy Krueger drove a yellow school bus down Elm Street, would you get on? LSD makes Freddy look like a blue-haired old lady behind the steering wheel. Before it totals your mind and body, remember—this is one time when it's better to miss the bus. You Are Mah-velous! by Mary Ann Jefferies 22 Billy Crystal said it, we believe it, and here's how you can make it true. A little time, a bit of practice—presto! In seven days, a new view of you!
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Ask a Friend How Can I Break My Childhood Drug Habit? 12 Plugging In Helping Kids Whose Parents Have Drug Problems 13 Graffiti Seventeen 25 Kitchen Sink INXS, Steve Winwood, and Def Leppard 26 Puzzles Indian Powwow 27 Listen Up! River Phoenix and Save the Frogs 28
One Last Note Nailing Down Your New Year 30 18 Poster Character Architects 31
2 • LISTEN • January 1990 COVER PHOTO BY LOUIS BENCZE INSIDE MY
"Never judge a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins," an old saying goes. When Rita stepped out of her metal-toed black boots and into Diana's pink Pappagallo flats one New Year's Eve, she only had to walk across a stage to see inside the girl she'd always hated. Donna Hinman
I arrived at the gym Sunday—the day of the New shoulders. He eased me onto a folding chair Year's Eve dance—full of energy, all set to prove inside the gym. "It hit me the same way," he said. Diana Frey wasn't the only girl in the school who "Jail!" I repeated, trying to pull my wits knew how to run a dance. I, Rita Palermo, could together. "Maybe—maybe we can raise bail—" do just as well, even if I didn't have fluffy blond Slowly Jonny shook his head. "Rita, he knifed a curls and enough cash to wear a different Laura cop. The judge won't grant bail." He paced back Ashley original every day. and forth like a wolf in a cage far too small. "He Honestly, sometimes I thought I was the only was doing crack, can you believe it? Crack! And I person who could see through that girl. Sure, she voted for him. We could've gotten Swidersky, did was gorgeous, smart, rich, you name it. That I ever tell you that? The music is what really didn't make her Wonder Woman. The way they matters, right? Dan sings better than Swid ever all followed her—like roadies around a rock will. He swore he was clean, said he'd learned his star—even when my ideas were much better. . . . lesson, begged us for another chance—and I I took up punk because it was cheap, but I voted for him!" stuck with it because it was fun. The day I shaved My head throbbed, and I gulped for air around half my hair off and combed the other half down a searing tightness in my chest. "What are we across my face, pulled on a rarely washed Sid going to do?" Vicious T-shirt, and painted my teeth with "Do?" Jonny's lips tightened to a thin, white fluorescent nail polish was the day my peers line. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going stopped dumping pity on me. Pity is toxic waste. to hock my keyboard so I can give you your Who needs it? deposit back. And then I'm going to find a job Diana and her roadies were waiting outside that'll pay enough so I can get my keyboard back. the gym in the freezing Chicago air when I got In the meantime, I'm going to look for a new lead there. As I unlocked the door, Jonny (keyboards singer." He scraped a fingernail down the zipper and general manager for Bloody Farce) came up. of his leather jacket. "I don't know what you're I greeted him with a quick hug. "Hey, man, going to do. That's your problem." come to check up on us?" "Yes, that's our problem," Diana said. Her eyes Jonny smoothed back his mohawk with a hand burned with icy fire in her white, gold-framed that trembled. I had never seen him look so face. haggard, not even after jamming all night at the I wanted to crash somewhere and die. "Our Blind Faith. "Rita, Dan's in jail. We can't play problem? My problem. I'm the chairman this tonight." year, remember?" Everyone gasped. She waved my words away like flies. "Rita, The world grayed out around me. I came back don't be childish." into focus with Jonny gripping me hard by the "Listen to Wonder Woman," I said bitterly. "I January 1990 • LISTEN • 3 11 XL 91700 07/30/91 7int71 A9150 CPB ICI .r14
planned everything around a live punk band. "Oh yes I can. They owe me one." Diana Records and a deejay will ruin everything!" pulled me up out of the folding chair. "Look, "Then don't use them," Diana snapped. "I'm Rita, you've got a choice. Maybe The Spinners can going to call The Spinners." save the dance. If you use records, you'll wreck "Are you out of your mind?" I shrieked. "They everything. Which do you prefer?" don't play anything but Carpenters and Muzak! Diana had manipulated me into a corner yet Even if they did, you can't get them on New again. She was right; if I said No, I'd wreck Year's Eve." I glanced at the clock. "Especially everything. If I said Yes, my dance might with only seven hours' notice!" succeed—but Diana would get all the credit. It
LISTEN (ISSN 0024-435X). Published monthly by Narcotics Education, Inc., 12501 Old Columbia Pike, Silver Spring, MD 20904, U.S.A. For the U.S.A.: one- year subscription $16.95 (U.S.). Second-class postage paid at Nampa, ID. POSTMASTER: Send address changes to LISTEN, P.O. Box 7000, Boise, ID 83707. 4 • LISTEN • January 1990 ILLUSTRATION BY MARY RUMFORD wasn't fair. This was my dance! My showpiece! "Yeah, Diana told Rita what to do, and—" My—"Call The Spinners." "I think Rita could teach Diana a thing or two "Good." She tossed me a handkerchief. "Go about parties!" ahead and cry. It might make you feel better." "Rita nothing! If Diana hadn't rescued the Real people use tissues. Only our local Princess whole thing—" Di would carry genuine Irish linen with The rumors got wilder and wilder. I heard one handmade lace and the initials D. F. mono- girl tell her boyfriend I had pocketed the advance grammed in the corner. While she phoned, I money and hadn't hired a band at all. Another shredded that handkerchief to a small pile of lint said I'd been arrested for pushing crack, and and let it flutter through my fingers to the floor. Bloody Farce used up their advance money for "It's all fixed," Diana cried. She flung her arms my bail. And someone said Diana personally around me in an exuberant hug. The other girls scrubbed out every inch of the gym with her own let out a ragged cheer. lily-white hands, while I stood in the corner "All right, what are you waiting for?" I roared. smashing people's records. Stoned, no doubt. But "We've got a gym to decorate. Get busting!" the last straw, the one that really hurt, was when I Diana gave them all her most sugary smile. "I heard a girl tell her boyfriend Diana had planned can't tell you how grateful I am that you all the whole dance and let me pretend to be in showed up to help us," she told them. "This charge to make me look good. dance won't be Rita's or mine—it'll be all of ours. Diana appeared at my side. "Want a lei?" Let's make it perfect!" "What?" I frowned at her. She was wearing a She winked at me on the sly. I felt ill. velvet swallowtail tuxedo with a Hawaiian shirt I had to admit that Diana's roadies got the gym and about 40 leis. She pulled off a loop of decorated in record time. That night it looked turquoise flowers and flicked it neatly around my even better than I had planned. neck, where it swore at my purple feather boa. People's punk outfits ranged from the sheepish She collapsed in a chair and dropped her purse to the bizarre, but they milled around and beside mine. "Great party, no?" laughed at the strange decorations. They "Thanks to you," I said, fighting back particularly like the chaperons' table, which bitterness. didn't have a leg to stand on, and the New Year Diana looked distressed. "Don't say that. You Princess's throne—a battered old toilet spray did all the planning and most of the work. I just painted fluorescent. My date (my cousin Mike, a gave you a little push when things got"—she real sweetheart even if we aren't in love or flapped her hand—"all crazy." anything) brought me a cup of punch. We sat The principal's voice boomed over the P.A. "It down on some folding chairs to wait out The is now my great pleasure to introduce the New Spinner's saccharine rendition of "We've Only Year Princess. In all my years as principal, I have Just Begun." never seen any one girl receive such It didn't happen. I don't know how Ellen overwhelming support from the entire student Spinner did it, but she turned that song inside body as this year's winner. Our New Year out. She sang about a confused couple trying to Princess for 1990 is—Diana Frey!" keep their relationship going through a string of Diana flinched. Her eyes darted around, conflicting daydreams—without changing a word strained and desperate. "I begged them to take of the original song. We laughed ourselves silly. my name off the list," she whispered. Then she "I've waited 15 years for the chance to sing it bent down to pick up her purse. When she like that," Ellen told us. We roared our approval. straightened up, she was herself again, so radiant "Hey, guys, if you like what we're doing, prove that I wondered if I had imagined her haunted it. Get up and dance!" expression a few seconds before. She smiled and After a few minutes, I started to overhear the waved as she swaggered up to the throne. conversations I'd been expecting. "Great dance! My nose itched. I scrabbled around in my Rita did wonders." purse, trying to find some tissues. My hands "Well, actually it was Diana—" closed on several spool-sized objects that "This party has last year's beat!" certainly hadn't been there earlier that evening. b.
I heard one girl tell her boyfriend I had pocketed the advance money and hadn't hired a band at all. Another said I'd been arrested for pushing crack, and Bloody Farce used up their advance money for my bail. They were medicine bottles. wouldn't listen. Eventually, they went away. I "Librium," I whispered. Now that I looked, I decided cleaning up could wait until tomorrow— could see that Diana had taken my purse up to especially since my committee of volunteers had the stage instead of her own. "Librium, Diana already left like everybody else. I turned out the Frey, no refills. Valium, Diana Frey, no refills." lights and locked up. In grim silence, Mike and I I dug deeper. There were diet pills, stimulants, walked through the snow to his battered Saab. antihistamines, diuretics—nothing illegal, but it When we got to my driveway, we found that didn't take a genius to realize no honest doctor my dad had smashed the car into a fencepost and would prescribe diet pills, tranquilizers, and then passed out behind the wheel. He wasn't stimulants all at once. hurt, but the whole yard stank like a brewery. "And now," the principal announced, "I'd like Mike's silence was eloquent. to call up Rita Palermo, chairman of the dance Choking down shame, I set my dad's parking committee, to crown the reigning princess." brake and turned off the headlights. "Maybe this Princess Diana has a dirty little secret, I accident will embarrass him enough to join AA thought. Well, not for long. Like someone and get help," I said. sleepwalking, I moved to the microphone. "I "Might work. Nothing else has," Mike replied. can't do that," I said. "Not unless the school has "'Night, Rita." changed its policy of zero tolerance toward drug I shook Dad until he came to and told him to abuse." One by one, I read the labels on the come in so he wouldn't freeze. In the living room, bottles out loud. the TV was blasting out It's a Wonderful Life at An ashen silence descended upon the crowd. rock-concert volume. My mother, glassy-eyed Diana sobbed. Covering her face with both hands, and semiconscious, lolled over the shot glass in she stumbled offstage. her clenched fist. Everyone began talking at once. Out of the "Am too watchin'," she mumbled, gesturing at corner of my eye, I saw the principal beg The the screen image of Jimmy Stewart. "Unnerstan' Spinners to play something, anything. They were ev'r word." probably freaked out themselves by what I didn't argue with her. Turning off the set and happened, but I still think "I Can't Get No the lights, I went to toss and turn in my own bed Satisfaction" was a bad choice under the for the rest of the night. circumstances. The next afternoon when I got to the gym, I "You've done it now," Mike told me. found the doors open and the place already "What do you mean?" I cried. "All I did was immaculate. follow school policy." "Who—what?" I stammered. My big, comfortable cousin was silent for a Diana's groupies, Heather and Carrie, long moment. "Rita, you were right in a way that emerged. "Diana asked us to," Heather said did more harm than good. I'd like to leave now, if distantly. you don't mind." "I wouldn't lift a finger for you, you creep, but "Leave?" I whimpered. "I can't leave now; I Diana said she didn't want anyone to act petty. have to pay the band." Here, want to help?" Carrie stuffed a handful of "That's true," Mike admitted reluctantly. "I'll squashed paper cups down my sweatshirt. stick around for tonight, but not tomorrow. You If I thought about the rage that possessed me, I created this mess; you dig yourself out of it." might have killed someone. My anger felt far too I picked up the whole row of medicine bottles large for my body—bigger than the school, bigger and smashed them, one by one, against a concrete than Lake Michigan. So I put my anger aside and buttress. Where could I turn, if even Mike let me contemplated a poster across the hall instead, down? because it happened to catch my eye. Everybody deserted the gym by ten o'clock— It was a yellow poster, with the letters A-L-A- long before time for "Auld Lang Syne." I paid the T-E-E-N highlighted in green glitter. It gave the band full price, though; it wasn't their fault they address of a Methodist church nearby and said, hadn't played until midnight. The principal and "If somebody else's drinking bothers you, this several of the chaperons tried to talk to me, but I meeting is for you!"
"The way they rig things so it always goes wrong and it's always my fault—that's the problem. The way you always have to pretend things are fine when they're really unbearable—that's the problem." As I stared at the poster, I became conscious of a prescriptions with me last night, but when I got thin trickle of anger. It was a manageable anger, home, she was unconscious, with a bunch of unlike my fury over the disastrous dance. "The empty bottles beside her." drinking isn't the problem," I said aloud. "The lies Diana took a deep breath before continuing. are the problem. The way they rig things so it "I'm so sick of being a heroine! Yesterday I always goes wrong and it's always my fault— rescued a dance for another girl, then took my that's the problem. The way you always have to mother to the hospital to get her stomach pretend things are fine when they're really pumped. And I had to be perfect the entire time. unbearable—that's the problem." And I hate it! I've always hated it!" It was almost time for the Alateen meeting to Our eyes met for a single frozen second. start. I didn't feel like going home to confront my "Last night," she went on, "a girl showed the parents' hangovers, so I thought I might as well go whole school the prescriptions I'd been trying to set these Alateens straight. hide. They're going to crucify her for it, but I I found the church and the room. The place was want her to know I'm grateful. I can't pretend jammed even though it was New Year's Day. 'Tis everything's perfect anymore." the season, I guess. "Thank you, Diana. We're glad you came," the "Let's start," said the young man at the head of young man said. He smiled at me. "Would you the table. "Is this anybody's first meeting?" rather talk, or just listen today?" I raised my hand. The girl across from me did "Talk," I said. My mouth was dry. "I'm Rita. likewise. It was Diana. I—" I barely heard the chorus of welcomes. Diana My voice stuck. My mind stuck. Yesterday I'd looked horrible, white and gaunt, in the same done something right that was wrong that was rumpled tuxedo she'd been wearing last night. right after all. I'd known all along that Diana's The young man said something about sharing perfection was just a lie, like my punk bravado our reasons for coming. I was so rattled that I was a lie. I'd known . . . blanked out altogether. "The lies are the whole problem," I said, Diana's eyes darted around the room like bursting into tears. hunted mice. "I'm Diana," she said. "My mother's I hadn't cried since I was nine years old. It took addicted to alcohol and prescription drugs." a lot of salt water to wash away my frustration "But your mother's name is DeeDee!" I blurted and outrage. out, visualizing the name on the medicine bottles. After a while, I felt someone put something "My mother's name is Diana. Everybody calls soft in my hand. It was an Irish linen her DeeDee except her doctors. Dozens and handkerchief trimmed in handmade lace with the dozens of doctors." She gave a mirthless chuckle. initials D. F. monogrammed in the corner. "She's too smart for me. I thought I took all her This time, I kept it. TA
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She may sit small in the saddle---at 12 she was the youngest rider to compete in the National Finals—but this Montana miss is princess of the reins in rodeo barrel racing. Spraying dirt in all directions, Rachael Myllymaki and her gray mare, Page, plunge through the rodeo-arena gate toward the first barrel. Three times they close in, executing a tight, dramatic turn around the barrels that form a triangle in the arena. Then they gallop at break- neck speed back through the gate. Their time, measured in seconds, usually registers in the top three. Thirteen-year-old Rachael is the youngest barrel racer in the world of professional rodeo ever to compete in the National Finals, rodeo's equivalent of the Super Bowl. When she earned a berth at the 1988 National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas, she came to win. Though she didn't place in the final standings, she did win the hearts of 18,000 cheering fans every time she burst through the gate. What she lacked in depth and experience, she made up for with sheer guts and a fearless determination to do her best. Rachael came out on top in preliminary competition with a blistering performance and a time of 14.35 seconds that had fans urging her on from the first barrel. The crowd was astounded to see the tiny figure cutting dangerous turns with such balance and precision. "When I hear the roar, it makes me want to go even faster," she explains impishly. "I just try to keep my concentration and do my best." Rachael's cheerful intensity is evident as she rushes to care for her horses and as she visits with "people I've always wanted to meet, like Charmayne James-Rodman Jeannie McCabe
January 1990 • LISTEN • 9 and Marlene Eddleman"—older way," Rachael says. Rachael's birth family "came professionals who are her idols The Myllymaki family hails under extremely hard times," in the sport of women's rodeo. from Arlee, Montana, a town of according to Judy, and could no Rachael describes her 400 people situated 30 miles longer keep Rachael. Gene winning attitude: "I need to be north of Missoula, right up Myllymaki was a distant right, and on top of things, Highway 93. The endless relative. Would he and his wife before my horse can translate. I Montana sky contrasts sharply consider taking Rachael? The have to be in the best possible with the bright lights of the answer was a resounding Yes. condition for each rodeo. My cities where she competes. Rachael moved from her horse listens through my feet "It's been a little home in South Carolina and was and hands." overwhelming," says Judy formally adopted by the Nothing addictive, nothing Myllymaki, her mom. "But we Myllymakis. With Judy and that could alter the chemistry come to the towns to barrel race. Gene's help, she remains in between her and her horse will Rachael thinks on her feet and contact with her natural family, ever be a part of Rachael's has very good concentration." especially her grandmother, lifestyle—not alcohol, nicotine, Rachael's a natural at barrel who Rachael describes as "very or any other drug. "Being on racing. For the straight-A Arlee special." Rachael flies to South drugs would ruin my Elementary School student, the Carolina twice a year to visit, performance. My mind sport is "just fun." but home is Arlee, Montana. wouldn't be right, so my horse At age five, Rachael was She seems comfortable and wouldn't feel what I'm feeling, adopted by Judy and Gene secure as she speaks of her two the way he does now. We Myllymaki, a childless couple families. She feels loved by couldn't be a team. I won't let who ranched and trained barrel many people who care about anything like that get in my horses in western Montana. her future.
10 • LISTEN • January 1990 PHOTO BY LOUIS BENCZE "What her birth family did "I don't want "We didn't think she would was out of love," Judy explains. maintain in the standings, but When Rachael arrived in anything to inter- she did, so we decided to go to Montana, she'd never been on a the Cow Palace, a prestigious horse. Gene and Judy intro- fere with the California rodeo," say her duced her to riding gradually, communication parents. but it was apparent right from From there, Rachael went to the first that Rachael had a between my the 1988 National Finals Rodeo talent for it. horse and me, in Las Vegas, where she won the She spent the first year in hearts of so many fans. Montana learning to ride, and and our strategy." Returning home after the the next four years learning to National Finals, she won the barrel race. Then Judy championship for her circuit of Myllymaki's father died. likes better ground." Six-year- several states, including "I had a hard time getting old Page doesn't run as well Montana. over his death," Judy says. "We when the ground is torn up Traveling the circuit gave decided to take a trip to help me from many horses running in Rachael the chance to see a lot of get my head straight." So the front of her. The more Page the U.S. and Canada. Among family went on the rodeo circuit, runs, the better she gets. other places, she visited the taking two horses, Jules The sorrel gelding, Julie, is Alamo, Mount Rushmore, and Lightning (Julie), a sorrel leased from a friend. He's more "nearly every water slide west gelding, and Page, the mare. temperamental, but will run of the Mississippi." In competition, Rachael just through any ground. Several What does the future hold for "caught fire." By the end of the years older than Page, Julie has Rachael? "We've got to think trip, she was in the top 15. The a touch of arthritis in one foot about it," she answers. family decided to test the water that must be closely watched. "I'll drive as long as she's a little more. Gene stayed on the "We like taking two horses," winning," Judy adds. ranch while Rachael and Judy says Judy. "It's an awfully long Part of Rachael's winnings go hit the road. In May they went way to travel with all your eggs toward college. She wants to be up to Canada but didn't fare too in one basket." a veterinarian because she loves well. Then Rachael switched "Yes," Rachael agrees. animals. "I don't like to see from Julie to Page and won four "Sometimes one or the other them suffer at all," Rachael says. races in a row. gets hurt or tired." Rachael "I just have a heart for them." After that, they switched back admits that she gets tired too. One of her best friends is Jody and forth between the two When she does, they just back Peterson from Three Forks, horses. The mare came up a off until she wants to go again. Montana. The two girls often little lame after one rodeo, so She knows it's important to stay barrel race together, and Jody's Rachael went back to the rested and strong. family does a lot of roping. gelding and had a fantastic "I don't want anything to Rachael has been spending time Fourth of July. interfere with the communica- with Jody, learning breakaway Rachael devotes a lot of time tion between my horse and me, roping, goat tying, and pole and attention to her horses. She and our strategy." bending. She intends to go to a has a special eight-year-old While on the road, Rachael rodeo-oriented high school and mare at home that she's training reads, rests, and catches up on perhaps win a college scholar- to go on the road next season. homework. But her parents ship. Rachael knows that it's best to drive. Judy stuck with it until Rachael's top priority is allow horses time to rest if August, then called Gene for staying in excellent mental and they're injured or stressed from help. physical condition. This will travel. Hauling two horses has "I was seeing two and three allow her to make tough worked for her. This allows the white lines down the middle of decisions and communicate animals to have their quirks and the road," laughs Judy. "I with her horse in the arena, and their off days without ruining understand what it means to maintain her schoolwork and her chance of winning a race. burn out." social life outside of competi- Rachael describes the gelding Gene took over for four trips tion. and mare she uses now as while Judy stayed home. When "I want to see just how tough unique, with very different school started, the family settled I can be," Rachael says. She styles. "Page is my horse. I use in at the ranch once again. doesn't plan to follow in anyone her when I'm coming out early Rachael was sixth in the national else's bootprints as she takes her in the competition because she standings. steps in rodeo history.
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