Brandon GayPunks not Dead
December 13th 2006 12:03
The car pulled up abruptly outside the house its various grinding and squeaking noises taking a moment to subside as the ignition is turned-off. Simon was sure this was the address. He had visited here once before but that night like most nights was a blur of light, sound and innate conversations. A light was on in the house so he assumed there must be someone up besides it was only 11:30 and in the whole time he had know David he had never seen him asleep before midnight. Well unless he was crashed out after another long weekend of no sleep and way to many lines of speed.
Simon stumbled in the dark up the stairs and suddenly a huge bark bellowed out from inside the house. The dog he'd forgotten about it. At the same moment the door swung open he heard a babies cry and the voice of female scream out “who the fucking hell is coming round at this time Christ the babies up now!” He knew that voice it was Annie’s.
Dave looked dishevelled and had pillow creases on his face. “Did I wake you?”
“Well as a matter of fact you did” Dave replied sounding somewhat irritated.
“Sorry mate its just I got hold of this great dea….”
“Who the hell is it Dave?” Annie screamed as she moved on to the porch now with a crying baby over he shoulder.
“Its Simon,” Dave replied
Annie muttered something under her breath that Simon could not hear and she turned and hurried back inside slamming her bedroom door as she did.
“Bad time?” Simon asked.
Dave let out a worn out sigh. “No times a great time when you have young kids mate except possibly five in the morning if you are willing to play with them while we sleep.”
Come on in anyway but for fucks sake try and be quiet.”
Yeah cool bananas” Simon whispered as he followed Dave into the Lounge room.
“I feel asleep watching something on telly can’t quite remember what thought,” Dave said shaking his head to try and revive him-self some how.
So what brings you here anyway Simon?
Simon flicked out two small zip bags containing a white powdered substance and dropped them on the table.
“It’s the good gear “he said with a large grin on his face. “Like we use to get nice clean goey keeps you going for hours but dosen’t fuck you up like the new shit all the young dudes try and sell ya.”
Dave picked it up and perused it carefully and then dipped his finger in. It certainly tasted like the good stuff he could remember. A smile of recognition came to his face.
It looks the goods mate” Dave told Simon “but the last thing I need is something that’s gonna keep me up all night. I got to fucking kids in that room there that are better then any goey I’ve seen.”
Simon looked as if he just been told his mother had died. “But its old school Dave the good stuff” he said raising his voice in amazement.
“And tell me Simon just when do you think I’ll be using?” Dave said to tired to really argue.
“Well that’s the best bit mate the Sex Pistols have reformed and are playing at Twin Towns next Tuesday night.” Simon roared getting himself very excited.
“Ssshhh For fucks sake the kids mate sounds like Annies got Zoe asleep at last.”
“Oh sorry man I forgot” Simon said in a whisper again “so what do ya think though?”
“Mate I gotta be honest I don’t think much of it at all. Watching a bunch of ageing blokes pretend to be punks out a bloody RSL club for shits sake speeding off my dial knowing I’m gonna have to find sometime somehow to get over it doesn’t really appeal to me at all mate”.
“What do you mean pretend to be punks? They are punk man.” Simon said still trying to recover from the shock of Dave knocking back grams of speed.
“Punk is an attitude mate. It’s a time and place thing. It’s about youthfulness. You can’t remain a punk anymore than you can remain a prepubescent boy. At sometime your gonna grow some pubes and you are no longer a boy. A bunch of fat, solarium sun-tanned rockers trying to convince me they are still who they were back then doesn’t cut it for me anymore then the idea that I can go to one punk rock concert and some how be the person I was back then.”
“So you’ve sold-out then,” Simon said grinding his teeth away as the goey he had tried just before getting to Dave’s kicked in.
“Sold-out? I didn’t know I’d even bought anything. Look man the thing is this, you may see it as a sell –out I call it moving on or maybe even growing up”
Simon shook his head horrified with what he heard.
“I can’t believe you are saying that. What about your principles?”
“I maintain them thanks and they were never supplied by some punk sub-culture
Simon stumbled in the dark up the stairs and suddenly a huge bark bellowed out from inside the house. The dog he'd forgotten about it. At the same moment the door swung open he heard a babies cry and the voice of female scream out “who the fucking hell is coming round at this time Christ the babies up now!” He knew that voice it was Annie’s.
Dave looked dishevelled and had pillow creases on his face. “Did I wake you?”
“Well as a matter of fact you did” Dave replied sounding somewhat irritated.
“Sorry mate its just I got hold of this great dea….”
“Who the hell is it Dave?” Annie screamed as she moved on to the porch now with a crying baby over he shoulder.
“Its Simon,” Dave replied
Annie muttered something under her breath that Simon could not hear and she turned and hurried back inside slamming her bedroom door as she did.
“Bad time?” Simon asked.
Dave let out a worn out sigh. “No times a great time when you have young kids mate except possibly five in the morning if you are willing to play with them while we sleep.”
Come on in anyway but for fucks sake try and be quiet.”
Yeah cool bananas” Simon whispered as he followed Dave into the Lounge room.
So what brings you here anyway Simon?
Simon flicked out two small zip bags containing a white powdered substance and dropped them on the table.
“It’s the good gear “he said with a large grin on his face. “Like we use to get nice clean goey keeps you going for hours but dosen’t fuck you up like the new shit all the young dudes try and sell ya.”
Dave picked it up and perused it carefully and then dipped his finger in. It certainly tasted like the good stuff he could remember. A smile of recognition came to his face.
It looks the goods mate” Dave told Simon “but the last thing I need is something that’s gonna keep me up all night. I got to fucking kids in that room there that are better then any goey I’ve seen.”
Simon looked as if he just been told his mother had died. “But its old school Dave the good stuff” he said raising his voice in amazement.
“And tell me Simon just when do you think I’ll be using?” Dave said to tired to really argue.
“Well that’s the best bit mate the Sex Pistols have reformed and are playing at Twin Towns next Tuesday night.” Simon roared getting himself very excited.
“Ssshhh For fucks sake the kids mate sounds like Annies got Zoe asleep at last.”
“Oh sorry man I forgot” Simon said in a whisper again “so what do ya think though?”
“Mate I gotta be honest I don’t think much of it at all. Watching a bunch of ageing blokes pretend to be punks out a bloody RSL club for shits sake speeding off my dial knowing I’m gonna have to find sometime somehow to get over it doesn’t really appeal to me at all mate”.
“What do you mean pretend to be punks? They are punk man.” Simon said still trying to recover from the shock of Dave knocking back grams of speed.
“Punk is an attitude mate. It’s a time and place thing. It’s about youthfulness. You can’t remain a punk anymore than you can remain a prepubescent boy. At sometime your gonna grow some pubes and you are no longer a boy. A bunch of fat, solarium sun-tanned rockers trying to convince me they are still who they were back then doesn’t cut it for me anymore then the idea that I can go to one punk rock concert and some how be the person I was back then.”
“So you’ve sold-out then,” Simon said grinding his teeth away as the goey he had tried just before getting to Dave’s kicked in.
“Sold-out? I didn’t know I’d even bought anything. Look man the thing is this, you may see it as a sell –out I call it moving on or maybe even growing up”
Simon shook his head horrified with what he heard.
“I can’t believe you are saying that. What about your principles?”
“I maintain them thanks and they were never supplied by some punk sub-culture
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