Hard work
Life is all about hard work. Weather it was my childhood growing up in New Jersey or my time in The United States Marines. Even when I work out or go to school or into the shop, Hard work pays off.
Growing up in NJ I hated most of the people around me in school. They were so typical. MTV watching, mall shopping breathers. It was no wonder I became such a outsider and really introverted. But somehow I survived my many nights of being a young juvenile delinquent.
Punk rock. Of course the music of the classic misfit. It began my life and love of the music and lifestyle that was both my salvation and my near destruction. Nights spent at CBGB's , the Pipeline and Studio One. My desires and liaisons with the Punk and Skin girls and all the nonsense that comes with them. Honestly most of that time is a blended blur. Bands I know I saw but where and with who remain the mystery.
I knew however I needed to escape. Get away from all the small town bullshit. Make it out alive from the nightmare. But where to go? College was the wrong answer for sure. I found my answer in the Marine Recruiting office. So on a cold day in November I signed away my life and soon I found myself on Parris Island.
Here was the beginning of my realization of how much hard work and guts can get you through any situation. I came out alive and on top. I was never so scared and excited of the future in my life.
Since those times I have focused on hard work and the big pay off. Working out. Keeping on top of the game both physically and mentally in the gym and in the books I have become a well rounded machine.
My love for motorcycles and cars and building shit has brought me to Apex Tech in NYC, where I learn Welding and basic engineering for fabricating and machining parts. Imagination and skill can take you a long way. You just have to try.
I still love Punk, Oi, Hardcore, and Psychobilly , but I love all kinds of music. A lot has changed over the years and the scene has changed. A lot of new people with much to say and nothing to show. Fake phony suckers with big mouths on the new internet scene who shit their pants in person when they come face to face with those they talk shit about.
But still many friends have stayed true and still have my respect after all this time. People like Kendra who has survived the odds and the NYC punk scene and Frank Oxblood who has influenced so many of us in the early NYC Psychobilly scene and plays one hell of a upright bass. Through it all have been right there by my side through some real rough times. My girlfriend Jennie who might never win many popularity contests with people because she tells it like she sees it, but who has been into this thing since it started and has put up with my nonsense for as long as she has. She must either be crazy or have patience like no other. To all of them I love you and no matter what will stand behind them.