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Last night I found a milk crate filled with old CD’s and tapes and although 90% of the CD cases were empty because my car was broken into at the stadium like 6 years ago, I did come across some actual CD’s. The tapes were old All City tapes and mix tapes Baker had made me when I had run out of Lookout! records bands to buy CD’s from.

I came across a Husker Du album that I bought because Billie Joe said he really liked them growing up and I think I may have liked 2 songs on the album…if they’re lucky. There was a Citizen Fish album that I can recall really looking alot; I think it was called “Thirst.” There were a couple of Screeching Weasel cases, but the album I wanted “How To Make Enemies and Iritate People” was not there. There was that live album the Sex Pistols released in 1996 because they got mad at bands like Green Day and the Offspring for beoming so successful. I hit the fucking jackpot by finding the L.E.S Stitiches album, which I thought was stolen. That will always be one of my favorite albums and I know Tom Gilbert is the biggest Stitches fan on the West Coast.

At the bottom of the crate was the Dirt Bike Annie album I bought in a drunken haze at the age of 19 at their show in Hoboken. They opened for the Groovie Ghoulies, who had some chick playing drums dressed like a martian or some shit that I that was boss. Before the show, Billy, Brian, Dave and I were mixing vodka that we bought at a 2nd Avenue liquor store (it was also the place I bought my first bottle of hard liquor at, by myself because the person I was supposed to meet didn’t show up. No big deal. Oh yeah, the “hard liquor” was a bottle of Malibu.) and fruit punch in giant McDonald’s cups. We walked around the Village drinking and I assume cursed at pay phones and buses. By the time we got on the Path, we all had trouble not spilling the ungodly mix all over the floor. The worst part of it was that our cups were starting to fall apart and there was all that white shit floating in the drinks. I was the oldest at 19, so Billy was either 18 or 19; Dave was 18 and Bri was 17.

Anyshits, we get to the club where the show is and I think Billy had a bookbag that we kept the giant bottle of vodka in. We found a spot up against a side wall and set up shop. For the rest of the evening we took turns going to the bar ordering four plain cokes and mixing in the vodka. I guess we figured ordering four orange juices would like a little funny, however I think that would be giving out stupid asses way too much credit. I just think we didn’t know people didn’t put vodka into Cokes. So we stood there, drank vodka and Coke like we lived in a third world country and watched the show. Dirt Bike Annie was really good live and I ended up buying the CD. The Groovie Ghoulies fucking love dead people, Frankenstein, martians and Goddamn Draculas. They were cool to see, from what I can recall but thet didn’t get me to buy an album.

The journey back to the Bronx that must have been a nightmare and I’m glad I don’t recall most of it. I do remember getting to 242nd St and walking down Broadway. We passed what is now Dr Gilbert’s Cafe and ended up going in for some insane reason. Kelly Stone was there with Katrina, Katie and Julie (The Stupids); so we hung out with them for awhile. A lot of the older guys from the neighborhood that thought we were gay, on drugs or gay and on drugs were there, so it was touch and go. I can remember writing 3TS on the dart chalkboard and someone grabbing me by the throat. I’m pretty sure it was Bobby Cook though, so he was probably just joshing around. We walked home with Kelly Stone as the sun came up and ran across the Henry Hudson parkway because it was shortcut. I am still surprised none of us got hit by a car (I’m thinking of you on that one, Billy. No offense)

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