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,LOOK A T January 1990, Vol. 43, No. 1 Features 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! 14 Departments 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.