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STORY TIME!!!! Idk....

MohawkTom89_75
By: MohawkTom89
Mood: other
Date: 06/30/2012 22:22:58
Music: None


Everybody has their Steve-o and Bob moment, if you've ever seen SLC Punk. That moment that determines weather your punk rock because it's who you are, or it's just a fucking phase or form of fashion....weather your in it for life or your a poseur, that moment defines it. It could be anything I guess, losing friends through death or bullshit drama, something life changing or what the fuck ever. So let's hear it....story time. I'm fucking bored lol






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07/01/2012 16:43:13

I wish I could talk to him again, but unfortunately he moved to NC with his crazy psychotic god mother who runs his life...she's the reason we stopped talking to begin with. He tried to get in touch with me again in May 2011 but she found out and intervened and used my father and his crimes against me as if it were my fault that my father is a sick fucking prick. One minute Jon was talking about how crazy she was and how he lost all his friends over her and the next minute he was backing her up when I flipped shit on her for the things that she said to me...I think I have a blog somewhere on here that talks a little about it, but I wrote it before all the shit went down in May 2011 so that's the updated version of what happened. 

I guess I know where his future lies, in NC. Everyone he ever knew in Philly has cut contact with him and the thing is it's not because he moved it's because he lied about it and his god mother is a crazy bitch. He kept saying he would be coming back in September 2010 he told EVERYONE that but then we all found out from HER that it wasn't the truth. If I had known he was leaving, I would have wished him the best of luck and maybe we would still be friends. It's a crazy fucked up world. 



07/01/2012 16:17:38
Sorry for the crap your going through.  I had a good friend, Kim RIP...have lot's of crazy stories with her too...we had a falling out and stopped talking then one day I found out she died...if anything try to talk with your friend Jon again.  It may not be the same as before, but it can take some of the anger and pain away.  Forgiveness has helped me move on in many ways.  And yes punk is a great escape, at least it's been for me.  By the way things will get better, they may get worse before they do, hang on there....going back to last Friday I thought the world was against me I was in a rage, and a simple act of kindness from a stranger brought my faith back in humanity...I guess I will have to blog about this! Take care and have faith in the future.


07/01/2012 16:05:14
Eh, my experience was bad but nothing like that lol. My friend Jon and i were literally like the real life Steveo and Bob in some ways, we did everything together. It was him leaving and fucking me over and my dad getting locked up, my mom becoming sick with kidney failure that changed me. But rather then pull away from punk I've found myself growing closer to it. Shit's rough right now and now more then ever punk has become an escape for me and without it I think I would be dead and my mom would be on her own.


07/01/2012 15:54:53
I've got lots of stories, cuz I'm old!  I guess though would be my first gig in LA.  I lived 60 miles away in Riverside and my friend convinced my mom that he'd take care of me and everything would be ok. It wasn't as she had to pick me up from Jail (Wilcox Hotel as Fear called it)!. Why? It was JAN 1983 went to see TSOL/Social D and some other bands at SIR Studios on Sunset. What I remember was hearing that the cops were outside, and Mike Ness telling us to sit down and the cops couldn't do anything.  They did, by means of tear gas. When I got outside it was chaos full on riot, ditching bottles, cops with their billy clubs.  I went with 3 male friends, the friend whom took me told me to go back to his car while he looked for the other 2. I made it there, we all did, but as we were leaving a group of cops stopped us, opened the door yanked us all out, threw us on the hood of the car.  However they focused on one of my friend's the most, Joe.  I heard him screaming and turned around to see 5 or more cops beating the shit out of him with their billy clubs, kicking ect.  I screamed for them to stop, I got pushed  back on the hood, made to walk backwards, insulted and called a slut because I was with 3 males. We all got put in a paddy wagon, poor Joe's cuffs were cutting into his wrists. Purposely they'd slam on the brakes so we could all fall on each other and bounce around, causing Joe to scream in pain. He was only 16. Me and the rest 17, but we still got taken to the Hollywood station on Wilcox. Being female I got lucky, as I only endured being handcuffed all night to the bench, not allowed to use the bathroom, and was "not found" when my mom came to get me, my friends being male suffered worse.  They were paraded by my cell looking destitute as they thought I was being beaten, like they were, they were even punched in the balls ALL minors abused by adults. 2 of us got charged, DC & Joe and LenO and I were not. We did not look as punk as them. Went to court later, even with pictures of Joe's abuse the cops lied said they were the instigators and my friends lost and had to spend time in Juvie.  I learned so much from this experience, and RIP Rodney King, as Joe and I said he was the OG Rodney.  Finally through FB Joe found me, he's doing okay but still has scars from this.  I had a fucked Friday and my actions and all my past punk experiences got me through the night.  If I find time I will blog about it.  Funny the cops pulled some shit on me, and I went back to 83!


07/01/2012 08:24:42
Once a punk, always a punk....damn true.