| P.R.(PUNK ROCK) AGING Not to butt in..., but, this is P.R. Aging. At first it was a hoax, a sham, a way to get into a Zine?? But now It matters. What this really is should not be overshadowed by it�s �nickname.� This is one persons attempt to hold onto his sanity by excusing the disregard for his youth and past. This is not about a feeble attempt to keep the past alive. You know as well as I do (to quote the lion king) �The past can hurt.� The story here is simple. It�s more of a simple question brought to you by a simple mind. What the Fuck??? In this world full of haste, mourning, and self loathing, we have gotten caught up in ourselves. Each day trying to become better people, but following our own downward spiral. Life has put each of us on a path that we�ll never really identify with. A vicious cycle if you will, a reason for us to hurt while putting on our game faces and getting back out there. P.R. Aging is my moment of lamentation. As I flip though the scrapbook of my life (as you have done on several occasions) I�ve realized that the bright shinny moments don�t cool us down on a hot day. We have only Howard fucking Stern to tell people who actually function @ 8:00 in the morning how we really feel. Damn! Did I pick the wrong spokesman? My life has been reduced to rubble at the expense of...you guessed it, me. This will be a tale, better yet a chronicle of what can happen to you on any given day. I hated senior year (yes I know that was a long time ago, but bear with me). �You�ve got a way with attitude and your voice is as clear as a nuclear disaster. Either write from someone else�s perspective, or continue with that right on; hell no persona. Here�s to him...Fuck You! All of you! This is how it be! I am a young white male in an unforgiving world. To prove it�s unforgiving, I need only to tally my karma points. When I was younger, I dogged my friend out for having kids. I fucked everything on two legs (well sometimes they were on all fours) and I got belligerent on every possible occasion. I partied till the sun came up everyday, I had 1,000 shitty jobs, and I never looked to the future. Well, I still don�t look to the future, but what can I say; old habits die hard. Today I stand before you as a man that thought he could never be humbled. I love the rebels. Glen Danzig, Sid Vicious, Johnny Cash, Mike Ness, James Dean, Frank (need I say more), But lately I feel more like Bruce Willis. No matter how many times I save the world, I still get my ass handed to me in the divorce. A shitty education, an over active social life, coupled with an extremely open mind, and an impeccable wit, and sense of humor will land you at a stale mate in life. Be your own person. Not when applicable, when ever possible. Don't find yourself getting the proverbial shaft because you laid down and took it like a Bitch. Spend everyday standing up for yourself, your rights, and what you really believe in. Don�t just bitch about it. Be you!! I�ll be me, and we�ll get thought his mess together. Always. P.R. Aging P.S. Fuck a broken heart!! It�s our spirit that makes us tick!!! return to table of contents |