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I went to see the Slackers in Ann Arbor last night. I lost my cigarettes. I went back in to find them, and there they were.....scattered all over the floor and stomped into oblivion. I was so pissed.
I hate when 50-year olds go to punk rock shows. I saw the "Hardcore Family" there. In the Hardcore family, there is a balding dad with a septum piercing and dreadlocks, a mohican son who wears suspenders, a short little cracked-out motherfucker, and the "i'm-sorry-they're-with-me" mom. I can't help but wonder if these kids have parents who can't handle aging, or if these kids are just warped. I'll bet they have the worst time making friends.
I remember when I knocked the dad flat on his ass at an Anti-Flag show.
Joy.
I hate when 50-year olds go to punk rock shows. I saw the "Hardcore Family" there. In the Hardcore family, there is a balding dad with a septum piercing and dreadlocks, a mohican son who wears suspenders, a short little cracked-out motherfucker, and the "i'm-sorry-they're-with-me" mom. I can't help but wonder if these kids have parents who can't handle aging, or if these kids are just warped. I'll bet they have the worst time making friends.
I remember when I knocked the dad flat on his ass at an Anti-Flag show.
Joy.