New Add, and a Flashback
Knitting for Boozehags will be added to my blogroll just as soon as I finish this post.
You might be wondering why i’m linking to a site that’s all about knitting. Well, I’ll tell you.
This morning, I received a friend request from Matt Paddock, a guy I played punk rock with for about 3 weeks back in 1986. I haven’t seen the guy since then, and yet here he was linking to me. I took a quick look around his myspace, and holy shit, did I hit the motherlode of people I haven’t seen in twenty years or more. Justine Demetrick. Rob Verdi. Chrissy Cherms has two kids? Adam Mitchell, who wanted to be a skinhead, now appears to be… a ninja? Living in upstate NY with his wife and three kids? Jess Pratt, married and living in Virginia Beach?
You know, I’m going to have to cut this blog short. I have so much emotional baggage tied up in the 1980s, the way my life was then and how it is now, that it’s impossible for me to write anything coherent that would make any sense to anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis, except for Tim Kelly. There’s too much to write about, too much to say about growing up, growing older, and growing apart. Persistence of memory.
Justine is in denim, Dan is in the black t-shirt. I looked a lot like this in 1985, and will post pictures when I can.
When I get one of thse spontaneous attacks of nostagia, I end up spending the next week drunk and listening to old hardcore records.
I guess I make it too much shit
Someday we’ll look back and laugh
Mr. Present, go away
Come back and fuck with us some other day
Mr. Feelings, run and hide
You have no right to what you feel inside
Motherfuckers, quick to kiss
Talk your shit, but don’t fuck with this
All I want to know is
Am I holding on? Am I moving on?
What can we do, what can we do?
Try…
Yeah, this one’s gonna fuck me up for days.
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