Football season is over again.

'No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won't hurt'

- Hunter S Thompson

I love Thompson, 3 days and it will be the 4 year anniversary of his death, I'm going out and I'm buying a bottle of whiskey and being taken for a drive. Life is good and being 17 is too.

Punk is dead.

Yesterday was such a sad and miserable day, the world just got alot less trashy and exciting.
The fact that i will never see the Cramps live is a horrid fact that i will have to get used too, learning from a text message that the messiah of psychobilly is dead, Lux Interior was like what my mother felt when Elvis died.

Punk is dead, Iggy Pop is selling car insurance and Johnny Rotten is selling butter. A sad sad day.

Stay sick Lux.

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