I Don't Wanna Be Crazy, I Just Can't Be Crazy Anymore
wished i was a kid of the 60s. that way i'd be just in time for the blank generation. Ricky Williams, frontman of Sleepers, looked like the skinnier version of Julian Casablancas. maybe older brother lar. i was flipping through this book in the library the other day and i saw all of the scenesters back in the day when punk was making its 1st wave in NYC. Richard Hell and Deb Harry are forever looking absolutely fabulous in these kinda books. punk ass cam hoes! beautiful people shouldn't be camera whores, num sayin'?

this is for the mat who was listening to the Ramones full blast in that library: gua 'caya sama lu, bebz! even though you had on knock-off Gucci cap and bag and yo pants were ill-ly tappered.

i was afterall introduce to the Ramones by a re-fromed minah, my cousin. in fact if it wasn't for her, my taste in music wouldn't be what it is today. when i was younger, when Green Day was the Blink 182 of her time, she told me to listen to old skool punk instead. "You should listen to bands who started it all," she told me. and she recommended the Ramones to me. and all that time she was a minah clubbing dancing to R&B tunes and picking up mat motors. the kinda music she listens to never fails to amaze me.

bottomline is you shouldn't be quick to judge people, always remember where you come from and who were the people who made you the way you are today.

gawd. i truly dig the star spangles.

oh and i wanna be as stick thin and tall as Joey Ramone so i can fit in those acid rinse drainpipe denims and challenge Valensi Le Faggoty. sorry, Shah, i still cannot get over the fact that i couldn't fit in any one of those denims at that shop yesterday. chee bai!