[jon boy]

Originally Posted by ann ashtray

That hot, hot, hot Georgia summer many a moon ago when I discovered punk rock. Sounds silly now, yes, but it really was quite liberating then. It was an outlet to deal w/ my frustrations through. I quit taking my meds and started selling them (haha...a couple of times).

The first time I had sex. I remember the next morning thinking/feeling as if it wasn't as big a deal as I thought it would be (and it wasn't), but it certainly had lasting psychological effects. I could sit in a room w/ people talking about their experiences, and not feel too far out of place. Plus it was something I'd always felt wouldn't happen until I was in my 30's (I was 16). I've always loved proving myself wrong...esp. bullshit insecurities.

The first time I saw the Youth. I shouldn't have been there...a friend (who'd already seen them) decided I needed to and gave me his ticket. He's dead now...JHEII...Loved that kid, still do.

Those days before mp3's, and managing to get my hands on some Nirvana bootleg. Hearing songs for the first time I'd only read about for a number of years. It was a bit like finding money in some parking lot...treasure! I dunno...

Yeah...theres the first few that sprang to mind.

boring.