Archive for the 'biography' Category
Portrait of the Artist as a Blonde Wastoid
Another great shot by Justine Demetrick. This was taken sometime in 1988 or 1989, among several shots for my high school yearbook photo. I think this is right about the time I gave up forever on a straight-edge lifestyle.
The statue behind me is the Blue Angel, a prominent monument in the ,a href=”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_Burying_Ground_and_Island_Cemetery”>Common Burying [...]
Young Punks
Clockwise from the left: Jeff Dupre in the leather jacket with spikes; Chris Steeves in the sunglasses; Kevin Kinsella; Dan Dyer, with the red hair and the Crass logo on his jacket. make a big leap to the right to Keith Kinsella, Kevin’s twin brother, wearing a very old Verbal Assault t-shirt; Cliff Dorr in [...]
Read More..>>Gazoo
Facebook’s been inspiring a lot of memories of Newport RI, where i grew up.
Above is a photo of Ryan Roberts, aka Gazoo, who lived a few blocks from me. As you can see from his DOB, Gazoo was a few years younger than me. He was a good guy: we weren’t best friends or [...]
God Bless Brian Boog
While I was busy skateboarding and smoking cigarettes, Brian Boog was busy taking photos of us. I owe you one, Brian, I don’t have ANY pictures from my wasted youth.
That’s not an earring in my left ear, it’s a safety pin I jammed through the hole. No idea what I’m holding in my hand, probably [...]
Read More..>>Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Doing an Ollie
I never mastered the ollie, which is why I finally stopped skating. Also, my knees were giving out on me.
Read More..>>Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
From 1986 or so: some things never change…
Read More..>>Public Apology
Unlike Arlen Specter or Richard Cohen, I firmly believe in apologizing when you’re wrong. Sometimes the apology can be a long time coming, and what follows is one of those instances. The story below does not portray me in a very good light, nor should it.
The other day, I bopped by my long-neglected [...]
Old Home Place
I lived here from 1973 or ‘74 to 1991. Those are Japanese maples on the front lawn: they were there when we moved in. Off to the left you can see the sunporch, an addition from before our move-in. The roof to the sunporch was tin-plated, and we’d climb out my parents’ [...]
Read More..>>Joe Sweetland Takes a Dive
Joe Sweetland was a punk rocker and former high school wrestling star who lived around the corner from me on Hall Avenue in 1989, the year I had my first apartment, the same year I banged Nicole Grand in a schoolyard, a few days after she gave Candle Randall a blowjob on her sofa while [...]
Read More..>>Snow
The lovely Christina emailed to tell me she’d seen the first snowflake of the season. I don’t think she was impressed with my less-than-ecstatic response, but when you’ve experienced 28 years of snowstorms, frozen feet, chapped lips, numb fingers, blizzards in May, ice storms, cars and trucks that won’t start in cold weather, days [...]
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