When I was a teenager in the early 90's, I used to hang out at a club called 924 Gilman in Berkeley, Ca, its somewhat famous in certain circles because of all the legendary bands that got their start there before they became famous
I wasnt into the music but it was a curious place to hang at and just people watch all the random weirdos and insane characters that frequented places like that
One night we talked two kids into having a pro wrestling match right there on the floor of the mosh pit and they were getting stepped on as they applied the Figure Four Leglock on each other lol
Another time, I met some stereotypical looking punk dude with the huge mohawk and clothespins all over his leather jacket, me and him just bonded for some reason and we walked down to the gas station on the corner and bought a 24 pack of the cheapest beer possible and just sat there on the curb across the street from the club chugging Natty Lights as he told me all his life problems at home
I wonder whatever happened to him, I hope he's doing well
Memories