That following week was the beginning of it all. We all have our own way we ‘got in’; exposure to the music, a funny haircut, whatever. The way the kids and the administration in my school handled what they saw in me truly made me what I was. The junior high school was bad enough; where I went junior high was seventh to ninth. I was only there for ninth. There were some fights in the hallways and of course the mental torture but the real problem was the administration. The people who are supposed to understand and work with teenage angst were the very people causing the biggest problem.

Every fucked up thing that happened there was the fault of the Punks. I swear my locker was searched daily. It was bullshit. Every time I put a new lock on they would cut it off in hopes of finding the next drug cartel. They wondered why we had such bad attitudes. As time went on the two other Punks got more and more nuts in style and attitude. More kids started getting into it as well. I’d say by Christmas that year there were around six or seven of us. One of the original Punks started growing in his hair and listening to Motley Crue. The other one became a good friend of mine and was also the first person I ever saw with Liberty Spikes. I haven’t seen Scot in about twenty years. I heard he died in a car accident but later found out I was misinformed. Still haven’t seen him though.

That year marked a major turning point for me. I’ll never forget it, even though my parents said I would. Most of the people I hung out with didn’t go to my school. Scot was an exception, but he and CJM didn’t really get along too well over time so we kinda grew apart. Christine was someone from my school I stayed in touch with. She went out with CJM for a while. I used to love going to her house, her parents were off the boat German and had no problem with us drinking as long as we did it there. Crazy right?? We were fucking young!

Her sister traveled a lot and would always bring back new music. She was responsible for hooking us up with the Damned, 45 Grave, Crass, TSOL and Social Distortion, to name a few. The parties there were insane. I met one of my cousins, Troy at one of her parties. I know that sounds nuts but it’s true. What’s even crazier is that long before I met my wife, she went out with him. Christine took a lot of mental abuse back then and to this day I can’t figure out why. She was one of the coolest girls I knew back then and had one of the best music selections ever. She did go out with, and I use that term loosely, a lot of dudes but I hate to think that was the reason.

Tesco's parents were often wrong about what he would and wouldn't remember...

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