Loosing everything in Stonewall:

Its weird forgetting everything. Like punk and morals, even typing 

“punk�? now or saying it in my head, it’s just a word and not the

 smile on my face that it used to be. Listening to FUGAZI and just 

remembering how this used to reminds me of Kerstin. Each time I 

used to listen to the FUGAZI, it always reminded me of her, that 

time of my life when we first became friends (Dec 03), because I 

was madly crushing on her and she was edge too and knew all 

these bands like LEFTOVER CRACK, AK-47, and the ‘guazi. We 

would adventure all over in the heart of the Victoria winter, almost 

freezing to death at -1(if that). Then I was getting really depressed 

and just sort of didn't call her as much. She broke edge and started 

having boyfriends and started working at randy river to pay for her 

schooling. 

And I sit here hung-over, trying to make it all out. Sitting in this nice 

house in the 'berbs, which I consider upper-class, but hearing the 

stories of how hard this family has worked to get here and the lot. 

Its weird. Its a life I don’t want and hope I never have. The normal 

dream of owning a house and raising kids and going on trips. And 

how most people I knew didn’t want this either.  Thinking of Kerstin 

working at a shit mall job for how many years just to pay for school. 

Its hard being surrounded by people who all that shit matters: the 

buying the house and being stable and the whole “Settling down�? 

bullshit. And it’s hard to remember why this didn't matter before. 

And this is why at times I feel like I am forgetting. The constant 

surroundings of a way of life I cant understand. The Normal way of life.  

We went to some adult birthday party of sorts. The house was on 

some chunk of property with accrue -age; I've lost track with all 

this considering I think an accrue is probably enough. The house 

was huge and had a castle turret to boot. The lady who lived there 

had just gotten back from an icebreaker up north studying fish 

and global warming. I tried to poke and ask why are we still 

studying this when its obvious, when she said while up there, 

there was indeed no ice to be broken by said boat. Why not 

actually start implementing laws and trying to as OI POLLOI said, 

take back the land. She replied we need proof before people will 

start acting. I said we don't act because we think we don't count, 

much like Voting or No Parking signs refers to everyone else but 

us, but it was obvious that  I had forgotten everything that 

mattered to me and wouldn't be able to back up my arguments 

much longer. She then offered me free range on the counter bar. 

Its was weird drinking when you haven’t for so long. Especially 

drinking white russians with 40 year old parents in a house that 

would claim $1.2 million in Victoria. The night went on and the 

drunker I got, the more foot was inserted into my mouth, Openingly 

saying I would never want to come back to stonewall in my life. 

The entire room was pissed. I could have at least lied about staying 

in touch. But I didn’t care and I didn’t want to lie. And with that I 

almost smiled reminding myself that everything wasn't all gone. 

Just some parts.





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