Freddy and his pal Josh are asleep, it's funny how they found that much room on my bedroom floor. The show tonight was so fulfilling, everyone was awesome. Good people came, Cancer Fad turns my stomach - it drains my emotions. I like that.
Do you know those "punk" kids who are too cool, who are more punk than you (actually you're not punk), who generally have lots of shirts and patches of bands like The Adicts and Filth, who say stupid things to you to try to get a rise, who act like fucking jocks everywhere they go - but it's okay because they're punk and you're not?
There was a pack of them at this show, I wouldn't have minded if they didn't harass my friend who dated one of them - I wouldn't have minded it if they didn't try to steal one of Freddy's shirts... I wouldn't have minded it if they weren't arrogant and missing the point of what punk is in the first place.
Nicole rules, she took the best pictures and introduced me to her friend as the punkest dude in Sonoma County. Here's what I look like...
Fruity-A the punk. Fruity-A the art fag. Fruity-A the reclusive.
By the way, I watched all these movies this week and they made me feel really strange... The Dreamers, Stranded, Freeway, Teenage Cavemen and Don't Mess With My Sister. I can't explain.