My father was an attempted cop killer, he was doing twenty years to life for shooting a police officer three times. He was serving five years in CCI corrections and my mother met him visiting my uncle who was an incarcerated Hell's Angels. As my mom would tell you, she fucking fell in love with a felon. Got a petition with three thousand signatures on it and got my dad released in five years served, five years probation. He got out impregnated my mom. I was born two months premature and I was dying.Dismiss the clothes on this guy if you must, but have a little fucking empathy, man. Not everyone in a CRASS t-shirt is a trustfund poser. Indeed, not most (in my experience).
I got into punk rock music and squatting when I was thirteen years old. By fifteen I had been in jail, was kicked out of high school and I had a son on the way.
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When I was seventeen years old I was at a punk show in my hometown of Columbia, South Carolina. A straight edge hardcore guy named...approached me from behind and tapped me on my shoulder and said my name. When I turned around he grabbed my by my shirt, stepped on my feet and he smashed my face in. I had three thousand dollars of reconstructive surgery putting my nose back together. Putting my eye socket back together. Half of my face is metal. I have screws and brackets in my face. When I woke up I didn't have a nose. I didn't have an eye. My eyeball was loosely hanging out of my socket. Everyone kinda likes to joke that I'm the man with the metal face. Six years later after I got my face busted in that same guy he got stabbed nine times by a Nazi and his car was set on fire.
Am I missing something or is there any reason to believe their stories?2bucksplus, I'm honestly curious about why you'd ask that. Can you point to a particularly unbelievable story? Everything I've read (and I haven't read everything) seems plausible.
I was doing really good in school. Actually I had really good grades and all of my teachers that I worked for their classes loved me. But I didn't get along with the religious department and I didn't get along with any of the security. One day when I was wearing my old vest that had a giant fuck you back patch on it and a bullet belt security cornered me on school and said that I wasn't allowed to dress on school the way I was dressed. I wasn't allowed to speak my mind. And it came to me like well I'm paying what twenty five thousand a year for an education in a system where they don't even respect who you are. I'm not going to take that bullshit, fuck them. So I grabbed my shit. Walked to my teachers class and said, "thanks to your security guards I'm dropping out of school." And I turned my back and walked out of the classroom.So, he dropped out of school and gave up on his dream of becoming a public defender and environmental lawyer because of what a security guard said to him once? It's this desire to be the most authentic, most principled individual meanwhile blaming "society, man" for your lot. Meanwhile I imagine 90% of the problems that lead to their homelessness could categorized as substance abuse/mental health or sexual abuse in origin.
Wait, seriously? You're suggesting "You look like you might commit a crime so we're going to arrest you just in case" as codified law enforcement policy? That's... um... a little dystopian, don't you think?
Am I missing something or is there any reason to believe their stories?Wow, this sure is a friendly room.
Before they were "crusty punks," they were called "bums,"
it would be nice if the gutter punks would volunteer a little bit of their time, as much of it they spend jobless
Stupid to continue hanging around the sort of crowd that sometimes smashes your face in on a whim.
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posted by Mental Wimp at 11:31 AM on September 2, 2010