Robby Apples

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Robby Echo came into this world on June 12, 1986 in Seattle. He waited until 18 to lose it and grabbed the first girl willing. Lasted two hours. Nerves and latex turned the condom into armor, so he used every trick to keep from blowing early. She finally yanked him off when her dad’s car pulled in the driveway. In junior high he and two buddies flashed their pubes at the hottest girl in school during a football game just to get a taste of her tits. He’s fucked in an ass at his mother’s reunion and banged a girl in the front seat of his car on a ferry crossing Puget Sound. Once he got turned around snowboarding out of bounds, thought the mountain was going to swallow him. As a third grader he took a shit in the urinal, and cops dragged him out of an abandoned skate spot back in high school. Psychedelics stripped the fear of death away. Now it feels like the next wild ride and he’s already dying to see what’s on the other side, though he still plans to dodge it as long as possible. The only thing that truly scares him is a world without apples. Karla Kush opened the door to the business. She’d been working a year when she walked him straight into OC Modeling and they signed him that same week. Stranded on some island he’d want a machete, a spear, and a roll of fire-starter cord so he could disappear for good, free from the daily robbery that capitalism calls living. His favorite book is Siddhartha. He likes the way it shows how we keep chasing the cheap highs of Samsara, playing the same empty games over and over. How To Be Idle makes him furious at how the Industrial Revolution stole time from people, and Kurt Vonnegut keeps proving those games were stupid all along. The Holy Mountain is the only movie that refuses to chew the answers for you. Yoga, documentaries, and art fill his days when he isn’t filming. His family knows everything about his work. There’s nothing religious to square. They simply love him, simple as that.

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