I find myself dragging my heels. Waxing nostalgic about the good old days, when a having a mohawk was something of a spectacle. Not that I ever had one mind you, I was never that brave, and now, when you don’t have to be brave, I have no hair to do it with. Sometimes I long for rebellion, my days are currently filled with the joys of domesticity and the wonders of fatherhood. Rebellion in my life is limited to the “Mutha Sucka” t-shirt ThingTwo wears occasionally and my studded belt that keep my shorts up. I still have a few friends who are not on the kid wagon yet and I hear about their lives occasionally and I have to say, I’m not all that jealous. I don’t miss much from that time in my life, I mean there are moments that I would like to experience again. Events or happpenings that I would like to recreate, but I don’t want the life I had at 25 again. What I do miss is my music. I have a wide and varied taste in music and a lot of it is, perhaps questionable for the young ears following me around day in and day out. Keep Reading....

Tags: Punk, Nostalgia, Music, Rebellion