Robby Echo came out of Seattle in '86 and lost his cherry at 18 when frustration finally won. Grabbed the first willing girl, stayed hard for two solid hours by keeping his head in the game and the rubber on tight, nerves turning him into a marathon man until her dad’s headlights pulled him off her. In junior high he and two buddies flashed their pubes to the hottest girl in school at a football game just so they could suck on her tits. Fucked a woman up the ass at his mom’s high school reunion, and banged another chick in the car while the ferry crossed Puget Sound. Got lost snowboarding out of bounds once and figured he was dead; shit in a urinal back in third grade; got dragged out of an abandoned building by cops when his secret skate spot got raided. Psychedelics killed most of his fears, even death sounds like the next fun ride, though running out of apples would break him. His ex Karla Kush kicked the door open; she’d already been in the game a year, introduced him to her agent at OC Modeling, and they signed him on the spot. Stranded on an island he’d want a machete, a spear, and a box of matches so he could stay off the capitalist treadmill forever. Favorite book’s Siddhartha because it shows how deep we get lost in the daily bullshit, right next to How To Be Idle for the same reason and anything by Vonnegut that calls out our dumb games. Holy Mountain’s his top flick for making you actually work for the meaning instead of handing you custard. When he’s not shooting he’s doing yoga, watching docs, or making art. His folks know what he does and still love him, even if nobody says it out loud. Not religious either—he helped fix that a decade ago.
Robby Echo came out of Seattle in '86 and lost his cherry at 18 when frustration finally won. Grabbed the first willing girl, stayed hard for two solid hours by keeping his head in the game and the rubber on tight, nerves turning him into a marathon man until her dad’s headlights pulled him off her. In junior high he and two buddies flashed their pubes to the hottest girl in school at a football game just so they could suck on her tits. Fucked a woman up the ass at his mom’s high school reunion, and banged another chick in the car while the ferry crossed Puget Sound. Got lost snowboarding out of bounds once and figured he was dead; shit in a urinal back in third grade; got dragged out of an abandoned building by cops when his secret skate spot got raided. Psychedelics killed most of his fears, even death sounds like the next fun ride, though running out of apples would break him. His ex Karla Kush kicked the door open; she’d already been in the game a year, introduced him to her agent at OC Modeling, and they signed him on the spot. Stranded on an island he’d want a machete, a spear, and a box of matches so he could stay off the capitalist treadmill forever. Favorite book’s Siddhartha because it shows how deep we get lost in the daily bullshit, right next to How To Be Idle for the same reason and anything by Vonnegut that calls out our dumb games. Holy Mountain’s his top flick for making you actually work for the meaning instead of handing you custard. When he’s not shooting he’s doing yoga, watching docs, or making art. His folks know what he does and still love him, even if nobody says it out loud. Not religious either—he helped fix that a decade ago.
