“Let’s spark this shit.”
I wanted to take it all back. Rewind. Pause. Please pause, Dad.
Lightning flickers around faraway mountaintops, thunder plays a sweeter symphony with the rain’s percussive accompaniment. Nature’s music overwhelms me; the beauty in it has escaped me for my first decade of life.
Our first introduction to New Wave makes us feel superhuman — it’s unlike anything we’ve ever heard.
He’d asked about my secrets, so I shared my fantasies. Now we were both unmasked.
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”
It has been a ruthless summer and we have plenty of pent up aggression towards the cosmos, but there is no anger in the air. We’re engaging in one of punk’s most sacred rituals out of pure love for our fallen comrade.
Tell your story.