(Being a anarchist wasn't easy especially in 1985 the era which I lived in having no money,no job,no plans for the future.The true anarchist position was in itself a strenuous job.And our tribe was small. I mean, at the center was me, Donnie and and my roomate slash best life friend Mitch..Druggie Mitch hahaha.Plus I didn't even mention that Mitch hates needles as well as his thing for being afraid of drugs.Mitch's irratoinal fear of needles was in contrast to everything you'd think about the guy.I mean,to look at him, you'd think he was a madman, which he was.But he was also one of the most uptight guys I've ever met. I mean just recently he broke a mirror with his fist cause he doesn't think he looks right in them.He had a nasty slice on his fist though. He didn't do anything about the cut on his hand --nothing. I mean absolutly nothing. He just wrapped it up in a dirty old T-shirt, and he left it like that for weeks. We went to the fastfood joint around the corner we order food and Mitch was gonna pay for it he put the cash on the counter before totally collapsing on the floor I mean are friend Mike was there he could tell you in more detail then me but I'll tell you more about Mike in a minute) Is he gonna be okay,the cashier said. Oh, yeah. He'll be fine. I'm sure.Thank you, though. Said Mike with a bashful look on his face. "Donnie let's get him out of here",said Mike with a rushing attitude.(We carried him to the hospital that night and put him in the doctors office and then proceeded to waiting outside for him, funny thing is I knew how doctors are and when they see how nasty his cut is they were going to numb his arm with a drug through a needle that won't be a pretty sight hahaha no it won't ) Hi, how are we doing today. Can I take a look at that. Okay, alright. Oh, uh...what the heck did we do here. I think that wound's the most infected thing I've ever seen, the doctor says as he slips on his gloves. I hate doctors, man. I hate'em, Mitch says as he gives the doctor a death stare. Well, you're lucky those boys brought you here. Okay? Because without me you'd be dead. Umm let's see, Patty, we need a gram of amoxicillin in a needle we have to sterilize his arm.(If you would've seen Mitch's face you would agree that his face looks like he is having the most worst mental breakdown ever meanwhile me and Mike were waiting.....in the waiting room obviously) That's a nasty little cut you have there little girl. Now how did you manage that? Mike says with deep inthusiasm. I fell off my bike, the little girl says as she shows Mike her finger. Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Does it still hurt?Mike says with sympathy. Shh Shh!! her mother says to her daughter with frustration and moves her seat. SHH!! I say refering to Mikes behalf. What did I do? Mike says looking weirded out. Its a little girl and this is the 80's no one wants their 7 year old kid talking to a stranger especially when you use words like "little girl" or Sweetheart. Come on now Mike. I say with a serious look. That's a nice kid. Mike says. Its sad really I said. How's that?, Mike said. Kids. There's not much future for'em, hmm? I say with a smug on my face. We all die, Donnie Mike says before we here Mitch freaking the fuck out. NO, no!! No, I'm fine! I'm fine! Get that fucking needle away from me, man. No, I don't do needles! Get off me! Get off! Mitch hollers. Aswe go see what the hell is going on.(Well like I told you either way they were gonna try to give him a needle and he created a big deal out of it and tried to fight off every doctor and officier who tried to pin him down they gotta him down eventually and stuck the needle in him by force while ge sat their crying as if he is a baby that lost its pacifier. So Druggie Mitch cause he was afraid of needle and drugs. See the infection on Mitch's hand was so bad yhey had to Quatintine him cause he was a contagious virus that can badly spread. And finally Mitch had fame cause they named they disease he could spread after his own name. So if you got near Mitch you would catch the Mitcheldia hahaha.Me and Mitch did it all we graduated from the same high school and college we did this all to create anarchy inside the system. Anyway my dad was hell-bent on getting me to go to Harvard Law School, like he did. My father tried to get me to go right after I graduated highschool...4 years ago was it) Thank you for giving us an hour of your time. Your mother and I found this rather important. You finished highschool. Thank god and now its your time to do good.This rebellion thing your going through, I understand it. Not completely but I respect it. Now you should think about what is right for you. My dad said as he was trying to get through to me. I mean, be free, darling, always, my mom said as she chimed in. Yeah. Be practical, Donnie. You got a chance to go to Havard. You got me as an alumnus. That can't hurt. my dad continued on with. But only if it makes you happy. My mom said to me. Look, if you want to rebel there you can do it.I went to woodstock. Me and the guys had a lot of fun. We did our thing there. We got behind some causes though. We fought for some very strong causes. We ended, collectiveity, we ended that goddamn war in 'Nam so that guys like you could be free. There's all these possibilities for you, Donnie. Carry the torch now. Okay? I can see by looking at you that you're ready. I'm proud that you're an individual. One thing. This my not be easy to hear, but the hair. Maybe tone it down a bit. The whole thing that you're doing. In my day, it was long hair beatniks, paisley. You know that stuff. Not like that kind of thing. This whole uhh..thing you're doing. This statement about the american indian with your blue mohawk. I'm baffled. And not just me. A regular guy in the street's gonna be baffled too. And were hip we're cool. Its just those guys on the east coast are never gonna get it. They're not gonna get this in New York hahaha! My dad says as he drags a hour conversation and makes it feel like a day. Oh, time out. I just wanna ask something real quick if I can. You believe in rebellion freedom and love,right? I ask. Yes absolutely, both my parents say. You two are divorced, so love failed. Second, mom you're a new ager clinging to any kind of scrap if eastern religion that mey just justify why the above said love failed. Third, dad, you're a slick corporate,preppy-ass lwayer. I don't really have to say anything else about you, do I? Fourth,you moved from New York City, too mecca and hub of the cultural world to Utah--nowhere--to change nothing--more to perpetuate this cycle of money, greed,fascism and triviality. Your movement of, by and for the people got you nothing. You just hide behind some lost sense of drugs, sex, rocks and roll. Ooh Kumbaya. I am the future. I am the future of this great nation which you, father so arrogantly saved this world for. Look I have my own agenda. Harvard, out. University of Utah in. I'm going to get a 4.0 in damage. I love you guys. Don't get me wrong. Its all about this. But for the first time in my life, I'm 18 and I can say, "Fuck you!" And see yah. I said as I explain further from my point of view. Tha kids gonna make one hell of a lawyer huh? My dad said looking proud as ever. He takes after his father and reminds me of him too. He's a son of a bitch. My mom says totally making a maukery of my dad. Fuck you, dear.(And now 4 years later I'm a college graduate. We did what we could to fuck things up, but the system is strong and they were many and we were still few. But this fall, was gonna be the fall, all right. Mitch and the rest of us had made an oath to do absolutely nothing. We were gonna waste our educated minds. We had no other way of fighting. As I said there just weren't enough of us.)
