From the magazine: Nathan Fletcher recalls an acrimonious encounter with his bro, weaves crazy conversational logic and flaunts a pacifist style from the land of gun-toting narcotics providores.

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“I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me.” Blah blah something something blah blah ummmmmmmm, I can’t even remember what I was gonna write next because I actually just spoke with Nathan Fletcher, who is going to spearhead the new decade this time round. Wow. He blew my doors. I can out-write what anybody says. Anybody but Nathan Fletcher.
STAB: Hey, uhhh you’re the cover of Stab Style.
NATHAN: That’s fuckin’ crazy cool.

So, like, how much do you think about your style? How much do I think about it? I think about a lack of more than not. I mean I definitely try and not, whatchamacallit, I try to do things naturally. I don’t bend my knees and do face drags consistently.

We hear you were flaunting long socks, slippers and baggy shorts in Bali recently. What was that about? It’s just what I wear. I’ve always worn socks like that. That’s just me. I hate half-cut socks. It looks like a cholo (tough Mexican dude), but I’m only a wanna-be Mexican. I just like their morals.

What morals do they have? Um, I don’t think they have any.

How was Bali? Insane, till I got home. I’m still shitting yellow.

So do you live up in Santa Cruz these days? Nah, San Juan Capistrano.

I thought you had moved to S. Cruz. I stay in Santa Cruz a lot cuz I guess my friends are there and there’s always shit for waves here.

Surfing Mavricks? Yeah, surfing Mavs. I mean fuck, I’ll pretty much surf forever – Backdoor Shootout. I don’t pay attention.

Do you not talk with your brother? I wish I did. The guy is so weird. I saw him on a ferry on the way back from Lombok. He told me he had waited for me to apologise to him for three years. I was, like, sorta wanting to talk but he’s self-consumed. I probably am too. He’s still a fucking dick. Major ego fucking shit. Unfortunate. He misses a lot of friends. A lot of opportunities. He doesn’t know how gnarly he is cuz he doesn’t even know. I wish he was something enough to have a relationship.

That’s lame. Yeah, lame. He’s on a super deal – he’s always been so incredibly talented and blah blah blah. I don’t know what to say on how to act. It’s sad to see him. Everyone wants to help him. I mean, my dad has done everything to give us a life. Someday he’ll come around.

Have you and him ever had punch-up? Yeah, we’ve fought. A couple of years ago. It had to be done. It was 30 years of anger. He’s a very antagonistic person.

Who won? You’d have to ask him. I’m sure our answers would be different.

Are you a lover or fighter? I’m switching. I’m neutral.

Have you been in other fights? Yeah, unfortunately. But it’s definitely something I… not regret, but I didn’t even know what I was doing. Before it was over I had to work out what I was doing. Some fag bodyboarder snaked me at Pipe. He looked right at me and burned me. I thought I could get around him but I couldn’t bottom turn. The wave gave me no option and went right over me. So I fought him, and beat him by accident. I just hate it. You can actually go online and look at it, which is even more stupid. When I realised what I’d done, I actually left Hawaii for a few days. There’s no reason I’d ever fight. I don’t believe in fighting, I guess there’s reasons (to fight) but I don’t promote it. Growing up and the situations I’ve been in, a lot of people expect me to be certain things, and when I’m not that way it surprises them that I’m nice.

Who are your style icons? Style icons? Um, my dad is the fuckin’ chief. Any credit I could give would be to my dad.

Any others? As humans?

Not necessarily. I guess last night I was watching Youtube vids of Jimi
Hendrix. Someone asked Jimi, “What do you think of Janice Joplin now that she’s a super star?” and Jimi said, “Super star? I thought she was a super chicken.” And Danny Way and Jason Jesse.

I had Jason Jesse decks when I was a kid. My dad took us to the big O. Jason Jesse was in 6th grade when I was in 1st grade. He was all about social behaviour. He was, like, the best at the social behavior stuff. I’m pretty much… I guess it comes down to the acid. Going pretty much one way – looking from the outside in and understanding. Sorry about that other guy. He says strange things. I’m a Gemini, so I guess…
I like the other guy.
Well the other guy is pretty random.

Wasn’t John From Cincinnati (an HBO drama series about a three-generation Californian surf family beset by drugs and hubris) based on your family? I guess. David Milch gave me some money and I gave the money back. I didn’t want to be a fucken part of a fucken sit-com. My mom was bummed. She said, “Finally, when something happens to me you mess it up.” So I set up a meeting with the producers of the show and talked with them. The guy was super cool and they wrote me entirely out of the show. After a while my mom called up and said she was upset to be involved with it because it was shit. Then everything went fucken south.

Yeah, that show blew. You were lucky to have no part of it. Yup. You know what they say. Get some money and a director involved. Or something.

That’s all I got. Give me your email address and I’ll send you the story. I don’t have an email address and I don’t care what you write. Just say whatever the fuck you want.

Cool. So what are you doing now? Going to the beach.

What are the short/long-term plans? What’s happening? I don’t know. Chasing parked cars. Breaking the law by driving and talking on the cell phone. I have to get my Bluetooth situation all sorted out.

It’s a good thing you don’t have it. Those make you look gay. Inspired conformist.