Thursday, February 02, 2006
Way WAY Back In The Day
Prior to writing this post, I was checking the ol' site meter to see if I've cleared five thousand visitors yet. I haven't yet, but I did check out the world map feature, and I found something that brought back some amusing memories. One of the visits was from someone for Macclesfield in the U.K. A town that just happens to be to home of a band called the Macc Lads. A crude and unusual band I might add, but I found them entertaining in my young punk rock days. Which leads to the main focus of this post. My punk rock days.In a land long gone the lived a punk with a big purple Mohawk (that would be me), who knew many people. He was friends with a few people and tolerated most others with the exception of a few shining individuals. Those special some ones that I loved to torture and fuck with at any opportune moment. Kyle was one of these poor retarded fuck nuts. Actually he was on the top of the list. A long, long list at that.
There was a small indy record shop in town that most of us would frequent. This guy could get all sorts of crazy shit. Shit that was out of print for ten or twenty years. He also did alot of special orders, and one of these orders was for Kyle. Kyle was also into the Macc Lads and ordered an album on the terms that he would pay for it in full when it arrived. Two weeks later the album shows up and Kyle is flat broke. I was completely aware of the situation due to the fact that I worked with Kyle at the time. I was also aware the his beer money never stretched past Saturday night. So, after another week of this album sitting in limbo and the store owner wanting payment, I went in and convinced the owner to sell me the album instead. He was eager to accept, and I was off with another tool in my bag of torture tricks.
Fast forward a couple weeks to a party in the apartment building some of us lived in. People are drinking, mingling, and wandering from apartment to apartment. Everyone just kept their doors open during the party. Everyone was playing music. Everyone was having fun. This is when I struck. I popped in a tape in had in my pocket. Kyle's ears perked up and he says to me " This is the Macc Lads, I got one of their albums on order." I said "Yeah, I know, I bought it!" Man, you could just see it in his face, he was pissed. He asked me if I wanted to sell him the album. I told him that I couldn't because it was already gone. Oh, he was very interest to find out where it went to, so I told him. I told him I gave it away to this guy who liked them alot. Someone we both knew. A guy named Eli. A guy Kyle could not stand in the least. Kyle fucking hated Eli and probly still does to this day. Eli was a good guy though. He never did me wrong and he was always honest and up front. That what made it so sweet.
Man, Kyle was pissed about that and it still amuses the hell out of me to this day. It reminds me of the times when I would challenge Kyle to a fist fight and he would always back down. I should point out that he also out weighed me by at least 50 or 60 pounds at the time and was a couple inches taller than me. He would always have some lame excuse about how he wouldn't do it because I wouldn't take off my iron cross ring and it was unfair. There was always some pansy excuse with him. Or maybe deep down he knew I wanted to rip off his arms and beat him with them. Oh well, I guess we will never know.
Stayed tuned for future installments from Way Way Back in the Day(insert fading echo effect).
greasemonkey1320 at 4:08 AM
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at 7:44 AM
Katy Barzedor said... First - well played, my friend, well played. You are truly Evil, and I am proud to know you.
And please tell me there are more mohawk pictures than the one I have already seen.-
at 1:49 PM
Candy said...
I always hated Kyle too honey, our joint hatred of him prolly helped to bring us together. And Eli is a good guy, he actually would look me in the face when speaking to me and not talk to my boobs like Kyle.