Two-Lane Blacktop. I'm currently restoring a '56 Chevy 210 Handyman Wagon.
Mark Rogowski was all over the place. I've skated my whole life. I've chatted with a couple of folks who knew him. I got tattooed by Eric Dressen and he had great Gator stories before he started going off the rails. Gator committed a heinous crime, but there were a number of skateboarders from that era who imploded. Suicide with Jeff Phillips, long prison stretches (Josh Swindell, Hosoi, etc.). That whole period was very bleak for skateboarding and at that time, skateboarding really did "attract wayward youth" as Stacy Peralta mentioned. Some of those guys were clocking $200,000+ per year in 1980s dollars and then immediately lost everything. Beyond all the bullshit endorsements (Swatch Watches, etc.) there was gravy-train money being extras in movies and commercials. That kind of money at 20 years old. Some of those guys got busted cuz they didn't understand that you had to file taxes. I won't name names, but I've heard it all. When I started skating in 1995, your average pro was working a part-time job and no one gave a damn about skateboarding.
Obviously, I'm not trying psychoanalyze Gator or explain his actions. I'm just saying, the early 1990s was the spiritual and financial bottom of skateboarding. The transition from vert to street was another element. There were only a handful of guys like Danny Way and Chany Jeanguenin who could skate street convincingly, equally as good and with a fluidity of style that matched their vert skating. You were pretty much a non-entity in 1993 if you skated vert -- this in the midst of a dead industry. Very rough. If you have a background in skateboarding, you can contextualize the film better.