I just called my mom to tell her how good I've been doing, and see what the ole fam's been up to, and find out when I owe car insurance money.

My cousin Megan is having a baby on Wednesday. It's upside down so they had to schedule her for a C-Section.
What's neat about this is that the baby, whose name is going to be Kelly, is going to be born on my aunt Kelly's birthday (Megan's mom).

Kelly died 20 years ago this summer... to this day the most important event of my life. 20 years ago... how strange.

I feel really weird in general lately. Not bad, but really odd, adjusting to change and growing older.

Mergan had to get a restraining order against her step-mom. The bad part of that is that she can't go see her half-sisters. I'm actually really happy for her to have this baby, because I know she is hurt by not being able to "save" her little sisters from the horrible lives they're stuck with.

It's a crazeee world. I think I'll write my cosuin Hannah a letter on my banana scented stationary. Hannah is a rock to me, we can have some really good talks about things sometimes.

for starting fights so bad at the Warehouse tonight that both the paramedics (who were there to take a coldcocked guy away on a stretcher, and deal with various other bloody people) and the police were called. I am too old to deal with this. I do not have time for this type of bullshit. Kids, almost without exception, only fuck up the space, fight, and act like all around self absorbed assholes durring streetpunk/skin/oi, etc shows. I cannot do them anymore. And at the end of everything tonight, I hope we can still do shows at all. This is the third show of this sort with violence in a row. Appologies are appreciated, but can only go so far. We work very hard keeping the Warehouse togther. It takes alot of time and effort (that is either un, or under-paid) to this place affloat. Kids don't care. They don't come out to support shows, or they come and act like animals.

up the punx,
thanks,
Denman