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Originally posted by Fletch XXX
your email is an invite to the new drunken online blog.
we can all live it.
milo, i know you, i know in your blood theres a fire, something that money cannot buy. Something you have been loyal to since before you were born.
Punk rock owns some of us.
I share my heart with some of you. My heart bleeds punk rock, it bleeds for the cause.
never doubt that, somehow i know you feel the same, and thats why i know i can invite you into something like that and know you feel it to.
cheers brother.
sometimes you just gotta drink a few for punk rock, no other reason.
cheers brother.
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Cheers brother. We are infected.
People will NEVER understand punk as a lifestyle, will never
understand that is something that you carry in your blood,
not something that you get when buying certain cd or an
specific kind of clothing or whatever.
Punk rock pumps through the veins.
I feel exactly the same way, we connect that way. And heck,
let the haters run their mouths and shit.. we starve for moments
like this one, we starve for nights like these.
Is a hunger that the common Andy would not understand.
Somehow i wish i could be sleeping on a floor waiting to play
the next gig, on the road, chasing beers and punk rock, rather
that have all the preocupations that i have.. for now.. i will keep
hanging on and doing my best on my job, but rest assure that
given the chance i am out of here.. screaming at a gig near you.
Salud hermano! Dont for get that invite!
