Category Archives: Philosophy

Punk rock retrospect : sex drugs and rock and roll or how to have fun without really dying

1983 I think.

San Francisco

Road trip with the Adolescents and Middle Class.


Tony thought I was taking too many pills. I was.

I was drunk and took my shirt off and was walking around in my bra in the motel room, so what right?  It was a black bra appropriate girl punk slut attire for the time. Someone took a Polaroid. Not a bad looking shot but these were the Adolescents right? And Frankie was a kid and feared for my reputation and destroyed the pic, what a hero.

I said something stupid to someone who repeated it to Mike P. He just made a joke out of it instead of embarrassing  me. Mike doesn’t remember and I love him for that.

I got this postcard.

PS I have some of those Polaroids still.


Gertrude was right

But I still find my self looking for it. The there. I’ve looked quite a few places but . . .

Other’s seem to think they have found it. But when they begin to describe it I know they are wrong. Sometimes I think I’ve found it but I am usually wrong as well.

I don’t feel bad about being wrong. It happens a lot. I’m just a person,  persons are known to be wrong quite often.

Even Gertrude. But she had Alice and all that lovely art and talented friends. But still I bet she felt bad sometimes if she made one of those person like mistakes. But I bet she didn’t dwell on it for long. I am trying to be more like Gertrude.

And myself. I’m trying to be more like her too.