Being the terminal nice-guy that I am, I've let my good friend Mike live with me after he broke up with his live-in girlfriend. I'm sure you've seen him before, he's the black hoodie stuffing his face with pizza in profile picture number three. He's still on his old lease, and his ex doesn't look like she'll be getting a roommate any time soon, so I'd be kind of a dickhead if I charged him rent here. It's not so bad though. After almost four years of living alone, it's kind of nice to have someone around. The dishes get done more often, I actually have a reason to talk at home (that doesn't involve my dog), and there's always beer in the fridge. Plus he's the only person I know who fly fishes, so our trips up to the North Fork don't take as much planning and coordination.
One thing that has taken some adjusting to is the TV being on all the time. I have DIRECTTV and the Sunday Ticket, so I can see all the Patriots games. All I watch is baseball, football, cartoons, Current and Netflix. Most of the time, my TV was off. Mike's a country boy, so I've been watching a lot of hunting shows, fighting shows, episodes of My Big Redneck Wedding (oh, that one is a gem for sure) and shows that are nothing but stuff blowing up on peoples' video cameras. I have never spent any significant amount of time in front of the TV, and it really is as bad as I thought.
One of the de facto fall backs, when nothing else is on, is Gangland on the History channel. It's a pretty cool show. I've learned all about the Hell's Angels, the Outlaws, various mobsters, gang bangers, roughnecks and lots of victims. They had an episode on last night that started to make my stomach turn a little bit.
I had lived a pretty exiting adolescence, and I had seen as much urban street life as you could in early 90s Denver. I ran away from home a lot, and spent many nights sleeping on top of buildings and stealing food from Burger King. I learned, pretty easily, how to keep to myself and how not to get hurt. I lived in New England for about six years, and in Boston for nearly four of them. I got there when I was a fresh-faced 17 year old lad, pissed off and punk as fuck. Naturally one of the first places I wanted to go was The Rathskeller in Kenmore Square. The first show I saw there was The Unseen with Showcase Showdown, in fall or winter of 1994. I got the "Too young to Know, Too Reckless to Care" 7inch, which I still have. It took all of a split second to realize how different the East Coast scene was from Denver. The dudes who were at these shows were bigger, more violent, and straight rude. I've always been a little guy, and I was used to the polite regard that I got when I danced at shows. Maybe it's because I was new to the Boston scene, maybe it was something else. I started getting hurt at shows, and eventually I stopped going to shows in Boston altogether. It was around that time I first heard of FSU.
I have a funny history with these dudes. I had some trouble in high school with some dudes who claimed that they were FSU. I have a little bit of trouble keeping my mouth shut when people piss me off. Boston Hardcore tough-guys don't typically like being talked shit too, I learned. The problems were solved though. Part of the benefit of running my mouth all the time, is that I'm really good at talking myself out of bad situations. Once I stopped going to shows in Boston, I didn't really have any problems, however I was constantly hearing about the violence and negativity they brought with them wherever they could be found. Years later, near the time I left Boston, someone with an FSU tattoo crashed one of my house parties, and blinded my left eye with a broken beer bottle. Even longer after that, about two and a half years ago or so, a Boston transplant who bragged about being former FSU (some Exeter Prep pretty boy, trust fund, tough-guy, d-bag) took my damn girlfriend. Of course, she did the same shit to him that she did to me...so it's cool. Point being, I can't get away from these motherfuckers.
So FSU was the featured gang on Gangland last night. The show focused on the straightedge and the brotherhood of FSU. They mentioned that some people in the community called them vigilantes, because they like to beat the shit out of Nazis and drug dealers. They mentioned the violence and showed some pretty nasty beatdowns. They made FSU out to be regular guys who fought for street justice. They didn't mention anybody who took an ass-whipping for looking at them the wrong way, standing their ground, or even just drinking a beer.
Why the fuck do these assholes get a documentary? Why can't I get a fucking documentary, huh?
And here is a picture of a dog humping a duck:
One thing that has taken some adjusting to is the TV being on all the time. I have DIRECTTV and the Sunday Ticket, so I can see all the Patriots games. All I watch is baseball, football, cartoons, Current and Netflix. Most of the time, my TV was off. Mike's a country boy, so I've been watching a lot of hunting shows, fighting shows, episodes of My Big Redneck Wedding (oh, that one is a gem for sure) and shows that are nothing but stuff blowing up on peoples' video cameras. I have never spent any significant amount of time in front of the TV, and it really is as bad as I thought.
One of the de facto fall backs, when nothing else is on, is Gangland on the History channel. It's a pretty cool show. I've learned all about the Hell's Angels, the Outlaws, various mobsters, gang bangers, roughnecks and lots of victims. They had an episode on last night that started to make my stomach turn a little bit.
I had lived a pretty exiting adolescence, and I had seen as much urban street life as you could in early 90s Denver. I ran away from home a lot, and spent many nights sleeping on top of buildings and stealing food from Burger King. I learned, pretty easily, how to keep to myself and how not to get hurt. I lived in New England for about six years, and in Boston for nearly four of them. I got there when I was a fresh-faced 17 year old lad, pissed off and punk as fuck. Naturally one of the first places I wanted to go was The Rathskeller in Kenmore Square. The first show I saw there was The Unseen with Showcase Showdown, in fall or winter of 1994. I got the "Too young to Know, Too Reckless to Care" 7inch, which I still have. It took all of a split second to realize how different the East Coast scene was from Denver. The dudes who were at these shows were bigger, more violent, and straight rude. I've always been a little guy, and I was used to the polite regard that I got when I danced at shows. Maybe it's because I was new to the Boston scene, maybe it was something else. I started getting hurt at shows, and eventually I stopped going to shows in Boston altogether. It was around that time I first heard of FSU.
I have a funny history with these dudes. I had some trouble in high school with some dudes who claimed that they were FSU. I have a little bit of trouble keeping my mouth shut when people piss me off. Boston Hardcore tough-guys don't typically like being talked shit too, I learned. The problems were solved though. Part of the benefit of running my mouth all the time, is that I'm really good at talking myself out of bad situations. Once I stopped going to shows in Boston, I didn't really have any problems, however I was constantly hearing about the violence and negativity they brought with them wherever they could be found. Years later, near the time I left Boston, someone with an FSU tattoo crashed one of my house parties, and blinded my left eye with a broken beer bottle. Even longer after that, about two and a half years ago or so, a Boston transplant who bragged about being former FSU (some Exeter Prep pretty boy, trust fund, tough-guy, d-bag) took my damn girlfriend. Of course, she did the same shit to him that she did to me...so it's cool. Point being, I can't get away from these motherfuckers.
So FSU was the featured gang on Gangland last night. The show focused on the straightedge and the brotherhood of FSU. They mentioned that some people in the community called them vigilantes, because they like to beat the shit out of Nazis and drug dealers. They mentioned the violence and showed some pretty nasty beatdowns. They made FSU out to be regular guys who fought for street justice. They didn't mention anybody who took an ass-whipping for looking at them the wrong way, standing their ground, or even just drinking a beer.
Why the fuck do these assholes get a documentary? Why can't I get a fucking documentary, huh?
And here is a picture of a dog humping a duck:
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defective:
Well, at least I didn't have to raise the awkward situation of having two good eyes vs. one. Crazy story my friend.
thisbe:
Yes, well... you're a rarity!