Shawn Kilroy Was Here

A few months earlier, Midgett and I had figured out some way of cutting school. It was VERY hard to cut even a single class at the high school I went to. They had a super tight system of attendance, and they knew where everybody was all the time, just like in prison. However, there… Continue reading The Chanteuse

One morning, as I got off the el to go to school, a few of the priests who taught there were standing at the bottom of the stairways, telling the students, “Go back. Go home! Water main break! No school today!” My heart leaped. It was like a dream; too good to be true. One… Continue reading Water Main Break

Shortly after Camelot, Christian told me that I had to meet his friend, Jerry. Jerry was a guitar player, singer, and songwriter that Chris went to school with. I don’t remember exactly how it all unfolded, but I think there was some odd catholic holiday that we all had off from school or something and… Continue reading Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

I talk a lot of shit, but I’m wrong all the time and I try to be ok with that. Turns out, I was wrong about The Cure. I shot my mouth off for about two years about how awful The Cure was, based on seeing 30 seconds of a music video for the song,… Continue reading I Was Wrong About The Cure

One Friday night when I was in 11th grade, I went to see my very best friend Christian Rock in the role of Sir Lancelot in Archbishop Ryan High School’s production of Lerner and Lowe’s Camelot. Camelot is a musical from 1960 about King Arthur and the knights of the round table. The 1967 film… Continue reading Camelot

I was totally obsessed with Bauhaus. They were exactly the kind of punk I wanted to be. I’d known about punk rock since I was about 7 or 8 years old. My dad was kinda fascinated with it, even though at the time, he really didn’t listen to music that much. If he saw a… Continue reading I Can’t Play, I Don’t Sing

I kept going to Josh’s house. There were no mobile phones, so I always showed up unannounced. He was never too happy to see me. I think I liked him too much. I thought he was so cool in his personal style, that I wanted to be like him. The last thing a non-conformist wants… Continue reading Dungeons & Dickheads