It Was Surreal

Conjecture,

a

Guess,

to

Postulate,

a

Theory

without facts,

an

Assumption.

Dictionary.com 

explains Assumption as;

"Something taken for granted, a supposition, presumption."

Recently,

people have taken the assumption that the music videos I have on my
Blog
are songs I recently wrote
and are about my wife.

Without knowing the facts,
people have assumed that I am still the young
and ultra-violent punk rocker who writes about killing in his songs.

Wrong.

That is me at the rip old age of twenty-two playing bass for the Rock Band

Politixs.

Where I wrote most of my tunes before heading out
and forming

TwoBuckHowie With The Exact Change.

Back then I would not have back away from a fight,

but lucky for me,

I had

and have a great personality.

I found out how to win friends,

instead of confronting people.

When that didn't work,

I had just the right amount of friends with me were I never got into a major brawl

or got hurt.

I am happy to say,

I have never been punched in my beautiful face.

Back then,

to release my anger,

I wrote songs.

Yes,

some of those songs are about violence.

But isn't that what
Punk
was all about?

This is,

Still Playing Those Songs From My Glory Days,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“L'ancienneté, chez les punks, était signe de crédibilité et conférait prestige et avantages divers. Un des rares points communs entre punk rock et fonction publique.”
- Virginie Despentes -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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One true story.

Brian Kroske, who was of my closet friends and was the drummer in the band Politixs, went with me one night, out to a bar. The place was crowded. We had few beers and were about to leave the place when a fight broke out. Brian and I were in the back of the place and could see a chain reaction, throughout the bar, with the fight spilling over into other groups. We knew we had to get out of there before the Police arrived. I was six feet tall, two hundred pounds at the time. Brian was five foot ten inches weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds. I got behind him watching our rear for an attack as he punched his way through the bar for the front door. With Police sirens blaring, us punching our way out, all of a sudden on the junk box as loud as possible could be, the song

Ballroom Blitz
came on by

The Sweet!

It was

Surreal.