a story of that drunk punk love in the making 2

the boys had all left. they went to andys pizza to eat before the show leaving me and jay alone. "whats wrong baby?" he says straight up not even waiting for me to bring it up. That was one of he reasons i fell for him he never took my bullshit but he wasn't an a*s about it either. "cisco's comin home," i whisper, "we cant leave yet. I cant leave him with her alone."
"s**t." was all he said.
    when i was five my mom got locked up for possession leaving me with my abuela. After she came out she was gone for a little over two years only to return pregnant with my baby bro Francisco. After he was born she hit the streets again for another three years only to return to find my grandma sick and dying from lung cancer. She was still smoking up till the day she died. My mom tried to take care of both of us for a while but she was completely at lost at how to take care of a 3yr old baby so she shipped him off to his fathers and i haven't seen him since. Now his dad was going to prison for a long time for dealing and cisco was coming home. I couldn't leave him alone with my mom. No kid deserves that especially my baby bro. The only way i could imagine him was as this tiny fat little thing who would make me watch sesame street all day while mama was off cleaning houses. So me and Jay would be stuck in this shithole for a few more years until i could figure something out or make sure this kid could survive with that thing were supposed to call mother instead of heading out to San Diego as planned.

at the show the boys were already fucked up and rowdy. Before i could even finish my first beer linda had already grabbed my hand to drag me into the pit. Theres nothing in the world that can make me feel more alive than a circle pit. Its a mirror to life. its just you and maybe a friend fighting everything around you for survival. Its an outlet for all the anger fustration and sadness that you keep locked up deep inside hidden under layers of bones muscles skin and clothing and makeup. you push back punch back kick out scream the lyrics to a song or just a plain f**k you. And unlike the world if you fall everyone stops to help you up. Cause when your in the pit your surrounded by everyone who feels the exact same way. i could feel bodies hot and sweating shove at me from all sides as we moved as one against the music.
 after the band played i finished my beer to go find Jay and the boys. "dang chica look at you. you were ruining guys lives in there! s**t" johnny boy laughed as i walked up. They were sitting on the grass drinking beers and passing rodneys pipe. As i sat next to jay he gave me a long bitter kiss, he tasted like cobra and weed.

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[John Stussy]

awesome story!