I was born in the 1960's - never trust a fuckin' hippy - adopted by two very nice people. I was raised in Taft, CA where my father was a small town doctor, like, he would go out on house calls and shit. He had this bad ass black leather doctors bag that was filled with all kinds of shit. My mother ended up getting her degree in psychology. See folks, it doesn't matter your upbringing. You can have two caring, intelligent people for parents, and still end up a degenerate punk. Life was normal kid life until 1975, when my parents divorced and I moved to Escondido, CA with my mother and brother. Three years later I went back to Taft, living with my father. After graduating high school in 1983, I took a job working the lift crew at Mammoth Mountain, CA (ski resort). That shit changed my life, literally.
See, one day I had the day off and a roommate handed me Mommy's Little Monster by Social Distortion and Green Album by The Clash. I got stoned and listened to that shit over and over, particularly Social D. I cut my hair off with a pair of safety scissors, went to work the next day and quit, scammed a ride to San Diego where I proceeded to immerse myself in the 1980's hardcore punk rock scene. I moved into a thrashed house in Valley Center, CA. where a couple of deviant punks, Tom and Earl, who took me in.
I also partied in Escondido at another thrashed house FULL of crazy fucks. All of us between 19 - 21. That's where I met Gordi and James and Gary and Ron and Lalo.
I met a whole fucking lot more than that, but Tom, Earl, Gordi, and Ron somewhat, were pretty dedicated to 'livin' up the music we punked'. James, Gary and especially Lalo were drinking and getting in trouble with buddies. I met Lalo because one afternoon someone dared me to shotgun a pint of vodka. I did and Gary said, "Man, I got someone you gotta meet". Then me and Lalo did all kinds of fucked up shit that only 'give a fuck' 20 year old's with absolutely no ambition other than to drink, do drugs, chase girls, and cause havoc can pull off. Not going into that shit because that's not why I'm here, and I'm not sure about the statute of limitations on some stuff we did and don't want to get anyone else in trouble. Besides, I could be lying or this could all be a dream, you never really know.
Anyway, when I wasn't doing stupid shit with Lalo or Ron or hitting on Gary's little sister LeeAnn (fuck I liked her), I was going to shows, mostly at Adams Ave Theater in San Diego. I just checked and they fixed it all up:
