Thrasher Magazine

From brain-rattling slams to the classic broken dick, Jerry's suffered for his craft more than most. We sat him down to catalog the full extent of the damage in this horrifying piece from our September '25 mag.

Broken Dick
When I was 15, I was skating with two friends at a park by my house. I credit carded and immediately felt like something was really wrong. I opened my pants and saw a little drop of blood come out of the tip of my dick. I was completely freaking out and we walked to my house in total silence. For some reason I got in the shower and started pissing a lot of blood. Not like rusty-colored piss—dark 100-percent blood. While I was screaming in the shower my friends called 911 and pretty soon the house was filled with paramedics and firefighters.

Alternate title: Bag of Sack

At the height of all this chaos my mom got home from work and I heard my friend inform her that I had, “broken my dick skating.” At the hospital, they told me I had torn my urethra and that I would need a catheter for 10-12 days in order for it to heal. I can’t really put into words the sorrow I saw in my mom’s face when I finally looked at her in the ER. It was also her birthday.


Concussion(s)
I feel like I’ve had some really dangerous ones that I didn’t realize how dangerous they were. I’ve had some really, really bad ones where I’ve been knocked out and I went into convulsions. When I came to in the ambulance, the paramedics are asking me my name; where I’m from, basic questions. I didn’t know my name. And then another time, I hit the side of my head. I couldn’t see and I could barely hear. And that was a really bad one. So, yeah, very troubling.

Jerry took a beating from head to toe for his ender at Lincoln 14. And that was before Evs' mind games

Back attack
There was a time in my life, like, maybe my early 20s, where I would have such serious back pain that I couldn’t get out of bed, and there was no accounting for it. It didn’t come from any direct injury or anything. And it was so painful. It happened a lot on tour, too. One time I went to Europe and I didn’t skate for two weeks. And finally, after going to doctor after doctor, Eastern doctors, Western doctors, everything, no one could give me an answer. So finally I just went to a chiropractor and they told me that my sacrum, which is at the bottom of your spine, It’s just to the right a little bit, and it’s pinching your sciatic nerve. That’s what’s going on. He adjusted me and it went away. So that’s how I got rid of that problem.

Alternate, alternate title: Back of Suck


Hellbows
Both elbows have popped out multiple times because, hey, once they pop out once it’s that much easier for them to pop out again.

Head, shoulders, knees and toes—Jerry checks all the boxes

Split in half while making Black Cat

Knee Problems
I had worn away all the cartilage in my left knee. There was almost none left. And cartilage typically does not regenerate. Once it’s gone, it’s gone. But at the time there was a surgery that was available called microfracture. What they do is they go into your knee and they make fractures in the bones where the cartilage should be and stem cells in your bone marrow in the blood come out. They mix with the cartilage that is remaining, and new cartilage grows. And after 25 it doesn’t work. And I got it when I was 26, so there was a chance that I was never going to be able to skate again. But it worked! It took eight months of rehab, because you kind of have to destroy your knee to make it better. So that was the worst and most difficult recovery for me. Funny story attached to this: I’ve never formally met Jake Brown, but I shared a brief-but-meaningful experience with him. I was in San Diego about to get this knee surgery. I was feeling very afraid and extremely anxious because of the uncertainty. As they were wheeling me into surgery, another group of nurses was wheeling Jake out. He had just finished his surgery from his infamous X-Games slam by the same surgeon. He saw me and gave me a very soft, post-anesthesia devil horns with his hand. I really can’t explain it, but this gesture sent a wave of relief over me that I feel like not much else could have. Two years ago I had to get stem cell injections in my knee. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to skate today. Like, it would have been completely over. But because it worked, now is my last chance to eke out a few more years.


RIPPED ARCH
Tore that. Extremely fucked up.

Stay Gold? Shit, the shoes didn't even wanna stay on!

Fat Face
I got this bump on my face, which felt like a giant zit, and it was really bugging me and I just started squeezing it, which I should not have done. And the next morning, it had just ballooned to, like, golf-ball size! And I was like, Oh my God, this is not good. But I didn’t do anything. I just sat there all day, like, Whoa. I hope this thing goes away. At like 3AM, I’m really starting to freak out, and it had gotten even bigger, so I go the hospital. The nurse is like, You need to see a doctor right now. The doctor comes in and says, Okay, you’ve got what looks like a massive cyst.


He called another doctor in, not to help, but just to be like, Dude, you gotta see this shit! So they checked me into the hospital and put me on antibiotics. A plastic surgeon came in the next morning and told me if it didn’t improve in three days they would need to do surgery, but that doing the surgery might lead to a condition called “drop lip.” “What’s that?” I asked. The doctor hooked her lip with her finger and pulled it down. “Oh, wow, how long does that last?” I asked. “Forever,” she said. They also told me if I hadn’t come in the infection would have gone to my brain and killed me. So now I’m really stressing. But at about 4AM on the third day I woke up and it had kinda gone down and was a little scabbed over. I started to push on it, and, I’m not kidding, a shot glass full of pus just oozed out of it, so disgusting. Yet, strangely satisfying. It was so gross. They discharged me that day and I got home and, even though it was much better, I still had a little hole in my face. I took some tweezers and fished inside the hole and pull out this disgusting booger thing. I broke it up in my fingers and there was a single hair inside. A single hair almost killed me!