sonofapunk

i don't know if i could deal with living at a venue. i did that a few times many many many moons ago. it was cool at first, but then the whole punker than thou equals pissing in my living room got pretty fucking annoying. or drinking till you vomit.. all over the super hard to clean stuff. i don't know. i guess i sold out when i realized that i like knowing exactly what bodily fluids are, and more importantly, are not on my couch. that. and kicking people out of a bar is a lot easier at night then kicking people out of a house. the last house show i went to violent society was playing. and some 15 year old girl getting finger fucked somehow managed to follow us through the whole fucking house. the whole ordeal just made me feel sleazy and old. and way creeped out. i really didn't care for the whole "punk rawk! lets set the house on fire!" thing either. i almost beat the shit out of those kids and it wasn't even my house.
as for the bands. i don't know. the queers were pretty cheap. there are a bunch of bands out there that'll play fairly cheap. hell. sham 69 played a squat when we didn't feel like paying them 2k cause pursey's no longer in the band. i think i remember agent orange being on the cheaper side too. i hear the turbo ac's will play for about $350.
nevertheless, good luck. for your health i'd advise investing in lots of plastic wrap type shit.

doesn't sound too good man...

Happy New Year!!

I read your comment twice. First time through, I laughed, shook my head, and said "This guy rules, simply because he is out of his fucking mind." Not that that's necessarily a bad thing. Then I smiled and nodded.

You're a nice guy. Sarcastic as hell, but very kind.

I was so stoked on my set going up that, when it finally did, I saw everything awesome about it, but, like what people say to me, I saw it over and over and could only point out what was wrong. Like "Man, is my head really that big? No way. Holy fucking shit, it is. I have a huge noggin."

I have confidence, of course, but that doesn't mean that I don't have obvious and noticeable flaws. I like them, though.

Like, my left arm. My bones are fused together an inch below my elbow instead of above. I can't turn my wrist on its own. So, I have to turn my entire arm. I can't touch my left shoulder with my left hand because of it. It's only noticeable when I try, because I look like a fucking "special needs" human when I do it. It's fun, though. I could never direct traffic.

(What's the punch line?) Because I would slap myself in the face. Haw haw haw.

So, even though fuckwads are negative about my fuzzy vagina or that I look like I need a tan or even that I'm not hot enough to be an SG; I may get all chuffed about it for a limited amount of time, but, I mean, I'm pretty fucking stellar.

My friends and the few select strangers I let get close enough to become a friend of mine (I have trust issues? Long, complicated story.) and visa-versa can see through my mistakes, mishaps, and funny little flaws. Glad to add one to the count.

Hahaha your blog cracked me the fuck up. I should get you to write mine!

Being compared to a girl in any video game, so long as she isn't dead or didn't used to be dead or isn't yuna, is a 'gasm.

I've been compared to the girl on the cover of Silent Hill 3. Oddly.

P.s. I get that dancy in my underwear feeling when I listen to Menudo ): It's really fucking sad, but absolutely true.