||[Aug. 29th, 2009|03:37 pm]
my birthday, while taking a year off from making a big deal of it, was fantastic. i got a ride back into town the day before with an avid skydiver that let me hold his gun. smiling friends awaited us at a crowned berkeley bar. and at the stroke of midnight, jessica, as well as the entire room, forced me to chug a beer while standing on the bar. the next night, being my actual birthday, a handful of friends came out to see rvivr, underground railroad, and the bananas at submission gallery. the whole show was so celebratory and everyone there was so intoxicated with joy. erica from rvivr read a 2 minutes speech about sexual consent and the room was silent until she was done, when everyone applauded. it was one of those increasingly rare occasions that made me feel so good to be a punk.|
and made me wanna pat the back of the scene that still exists within that which often rears its ugly head as a microcrosm for our fucked society.
this summer has been so fantastic. i established goals and accomplished them all without ever thinking i actually would (take that, "the secret"!). i went on tour with my best friends, dove into swimming holes beyond several state lines (thanks laura v), made a zine that is sold in stores, dined with hundreds of weirdos at the colony of libertatia, quit my job, and didn't read enough. my 3 classes have since started and i love them all. if i could spend 12 hours a day printing color photos, i think i would. the little squat on the prairie is in full force, and we're putting in a tattoo studio. cats are cool. my head hurts a little.
lake albuquiu, new mexico
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