Unwrap your present here, my friend.

Pack it well.

Press Play.

Officer Evil Nine came to take me for my statement.

My statement might instigate me, but it would not change one simple thing, which was this:

Bryan would be going to jail.

Again.

A statement becomes a sentence.

Fuck.

UNTIL YOU DIE

Bryan took the fall for us.

He told us he would.

He always would.

Until the end.

Fuck.

Here I learned that it was not Katheena he was after. He was after something else.

Damn, did I have a lot to learn.

So we all allowed him to take the fall, The Fall Of Bryan, following his direction, this self-styled martyr.

Bastard.

"Get off the cross, we need the wood."

Of course, all of us were secretly happy and at the same time feeling shitty for allowing him to do this shit.

Big Bryan admitted to being the Unwashed Heathen Who Had Destroyed The-Once-Lovingly-Adorned Home down on Lower West Side.

Friggin Bryan.

He had his prints in the system from his years at Joovie, and he had dropped a glove.

They also asked him about a bike left behind at a certain pill party escapade a few months ago, and he told them it had been stolen.

They didn’t believe him. Only HIS prints were on the bike.

Some of us…

Some of us were never lucky.

Some of us ended up dead, and these are each a tale for another day.

Some of us have lived to tell you this tale.

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I

I rob you.

I rob you of your life.

I rob you of your life-time.

I rob you of your life innocence.

But I will never rob you of your sentence.

I promise you.

Until you die.

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Bryan admitted to his deeds, our deeds, but never to his one intent, The One I thought he was after.

This guy wanted to know what it was that made Katheena tick and tock.

Although I never realized back then, decades later, I now see the roadmap of the demise of our Punkology.

It began with the the first guy I ever met in Fuckno, and it ended with him.

Along this path, I met fellow journeyers along the way, and some of them got in the way, and some of them fell by the wayside.

Lorelei fell by the wayside, but she had much to do with this unnatural course of direction. You see, she might have been a very direct cause of it all.

Had I not ever met her, everything would have been different.

I simply can't tell you which one of these paths I would have preferred.

Who knows what the fork in the road will ever mean?

No one can go back in time, unless, you are telling a true tale.

Or you have a certain car...

...which would be cheap to someday do to you.

So Bryan was after the truth, and he never found it, as much as he would work the most strenuously of us all to find it.

Sean was after the truth, and while he used his mind better than Bryan, he eventually got put to the way side as well. He tried to dance with rock.

Little Lion Man Joey danced continuously with the Truth, and whenever she kept up with him, he cast her by the wayside.

Fat Jerry found the truth he had been running from all that time, and he could not get away from it, but that will be a tale for the future, for you, my friend, as well as the past, in the previous chapters I've been telling you...

He was the first to die.

I speak of this now, because of the parallels between his induction into Punkology, and my own.

As we delve further into the exploration of this De-Evolution (Devo, if you will, as opposed to Evo, or Evolution) this intersection between us will become quite apparent. And you have not even yet been formally introduced to Fat Jerry.

Yet.

Lorelei knew something about this Truth of which I am telling you.

As she was standing there in front of the high school quad that day, after kicking her arresting officer in the shin her hands cuffed behind her back, this is what she shouted:

"WAKE UP! ALL OF YOU!"

Many of those in the crowd were watching the whole escapade, as well as we four, up on the second balcony, but we were too far away to catch much of what she said next.

It was written in the school paper the following week, during my suspension, and when Bryan was due for his own hearing.

She went on.

"MOST OF YOU ARE SLEEPING! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

That word didn't make it into the school paper, obviously, but to their credit, C.L. MacLane allowed her whole speech to be printed, which was pretty forward thinking for a redneck school back then. First Amendment Thing and all...

"ZOME OF YOU HAVE YOUR EYES OPEN! LOOK AT VAT ISS GOING ON HERE TODAY! YOU ARE BEING LED LIKE CALVES TO ZE SLAUGHTER HOUZE! WAKE UP, UNDT DEFEND YOURSELVES FROM ZISS BULLSHEET!"

Yup, that was the strange German girl I had taken to the dance.

And she had taken me to the moon, and back.

"FIGHT AGAINST ZE DYING OF ZE LIGHT!"

And she got taken away, before she could finish out her Dylan Thomas misquote.

Now, instigating a riot can get you in trouble, especially when you are already in trouble, and when you are not a U.S. citizen.

Nowadays, you might be labeled a terrurist or some shit for speaking your mind.

Huh.

Bryan was after one thing, after all, and it wasn't simply any girl I became entangled with.

He, like the rest of we bastard punks, and much like you yourself,

well,

he was simply looking for the truth.

Like an old man carrying a lantern.

Like I am now.

What is your Truth?

LINKS

Ten things you can’t have for Xmas.

Top Ten Xmas Villians.

How Earth looks from Santa’s Sleigh.

15 Insane Xmas Traditions.

10 Online Xmas Games to play after you get done unwrapping your present.

The year in pics, according to NY Times.

Some cool links from blogger Kevin Martineau. He does it every Friday. By himself. Hehehe

Oldie but a goodie, 17 good comedians, with some vids of their funniest stuff to check out.

The history of 200 countries in 4 minutes. Cool.