It’s a Long Way Back to Auburn.
Yeah, so I’ve been a busy bee tonight. This is my third post, second video post. I actually worked on a big long thing-16 minutes of an epic story about this old Philadelphia junkie I used to know and some of the adventures we had in the “Badlands” of north Philly back when I was still using dope. But, you know, fucking you tube wasn’t having my 16 minute video. So I had to come up with something short.
Thus, there’s this. I figured on doing it, and then I kind of thought it really needed doing anyway-the whole “oral historian” type deal, where I’d rap about things back in the day out there in the Pacific Northwest. About, you know, being young, punk as fucknuts and usually wasted. But I had to cram shit into a short format, thus this isn’t really that good. But I plan on refining my blather to where I can cover a lot of what I recall from out there in the late 1980′s and into the early 90′s.
Then, of course, there’s the years out here. But that’s all for much later and a different foray into horrible self indulgence where I assume that anyone on the goddam internets actually gives two rats fucking in a dirty sweatsock about my car crash scene teenage and twenties life. But, you know, that’s the entire assumption that every blogger operates under to begin with about every aspect of their life so I think I’ll be alright.
Anyway, sit back, grab a milkshake or whatever and chug that motherfucker cause it’s only seven minutes of movie.
Still punk as fuck. Always loved your welcome to Tacoma. Metal!!!
Delightful to watch, ol’ chum.
Don’t let stardom spoil you
I wish I could smoke inside.
Lucky.