Parallel to my membership in the Spartacism Integral, I started writing my first stories, but especially to hang out with a band Cuitláhuac Unit, north of the city could say that the gang was perhaps the most awful of the unit they lived in the condo section more fucked (payable in 30 years the DEPA) and, therefore, there we met the scum of the community. My family was falling middle-middle class to lower middle class to low-low class (my father, parrendero and player, participated in this downturn, but then died when I was 18 and ½, with my first bonus else my uncle gave us Paul, the younger brother of my father, I gave the hook department.) And the Beatles were a strong icon, but especially to us were Bob Dylan, Jimmy Hendrix, Jethro Tull, Rolling Stones, The Doors and others, until the terrible Plasmatics, punks who were ahead of their time.
The Plasmatics singer (among several) committed suicide last April '98, leaving the serene letter: "The act of killing myself is not something you decide to do lightly. Do not think anyone will take his life without having a deep thought for a long period of time ... Anyway, I am convinced that the right to do so is a result of that we have a free society. I think most of the things that makes the world make no sense, but the feeling about what I am doing ring loud and clear inside the ears, in a place where no one, just calm. Eternal love Wendy. " Wendy
, before taking the kick, Some already had criminal records, plus it was known as punk porn star erotic ugliness and ferocity which were suitable for this worthy work. I remember when I was married to Alma Sepulveda, the tarantula scarlet, she hated my Plasmatics series of discs, and when my mother came to visit (used to hear the streams northern part of the time), I gave her doses of Plasmatics out loud , while a woman was and is evil and miserable, just the opposite to my father, God rest his soul, kind and respectful (I assume that the device he used to hear were a crutch, because when the shrill voices of wife, Alma, due to very high decibels, that could rumble the windows of the house, I noticed that my father ran down the volume to zero the machine).
But when he listened to Plasmatics I realized that he left his engine at the same level that brought them. I remember the album that I liked best was one where a car had driven into a pool at a house well see, maybe Beverly Hills.
On the other hand, I studied the books of the Comprehensive Spartacism 16:00 to 21:30 am, when the gang went for me to walk through the unit, giving us a tremendous churros mois, pot, cannabis, or marijuana, as you want to call it, carrying a huge range of the time (early 70's). For Indeed, the families were afraid of us and, if possible, prevented their children to join with us.
remember on one occasion, one of those guys, tried to join us and went through their initiation, which was that lit two huge mois cigars (not cigarettes!) And then to arrest them, Cuauhtemoc put a side and I started another. Meanwhile, the fast spinning pure 5 or 6 to pass many times in the mouth of the initiate. When he was already up to the mother, left him to Cuauh pitched noises in the ear and when the novice turned around to see Cuauh walked as if nothing had happened and then I did the same. This technique caused the thought that the noises started coming from his head and that perhaps he was going mad, and we kept passing the churros.
The young man was quick to his house. We learned that his mother called a doctor, because the guy said he was flying. When the doctor examined him, told the lady that her son was only marijuana and give him a glass of milk.
The Plasmatics singer (among several) committed suicide last April '98, leaving the serene letter: "The act of killing myself is not something you decide to do lightly. Do not think anyone will take his life without having a deep thought for a long period of time ... Anyway, I am convinced that the right to do so is a result of that we have a free society. I think most of the things that makes the world make no sense, but the feeling about what I am doing ring loud and clear inside the ears, in a place where no one, just calm. Eternal love Wendy. " Wendy , before taking the kick, Some already had criminal records, plus it was known as punk porn star erotic ugliness and ferocity which were suitable for this worthy work. I remember when I was married to Alma Sepulveda, the tarantula scarlet, she hated my Plasmatics series of discs, and when my mother came to visit (used to hear the streams northern part of the time), I gave her doses of Plasmatics out loud , while a woman was and is evil and miserable, just the opposite to my father, God rest his soul, kind and respectful (I assume that the device he used to hear were a crutch, because when the shrill voices of wife, Alma, due to very high decibels, that could rumble the windows of the house, I noticed that my father ran down the volume to zero the machine).
But when he listened to Plasmatics I realized that he left his engine at the same level that brought them. I remember the album that I liked best was one where a car had driven into a pool at a house well see, maybe Beverly Hills.
On the other hand, I studied the books of the Comprehensive Spartacism 16:00 to 21:30 am, when the gang went for me to walk through the unit, giving us a tremendous churros mois, pot, cannabis, or marijuana, as you want to call it, carrying a huge range of the time (early 70's). For Indeed, the families were afraid of us and, if possible, prevented their children to join with us.
remember on one occasion, one of those guys, tried to join us and went through their initiation, which was that lit two huge mois cigars (not cigarettes!) And then to arrest them, Cuauhtemoc put a side and I started another. Meanwhile, the fast spinning pure 5 or 6 to pass many times in the mouth of the initiate. When he was already up to the mother, left him to Cuauh pitched noises in the ear and when the novice turned around to see Cuauh walked as if nothing had happened and then I did the same. This technique caused the thought that the noises started coming from his head and that perhaps he was going mad, and we kept passing the churros. The young man was quick to his house. We learned that his mother called a doctor, because the guy said he was flying. When the doctor examined him, told the lady that her son was only marijuana and give him a glass of milk.
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