A Peek at Something



This blog is dedicated to the individual mystery of Hitler's mustache and my book of poems Hitler's Mustache. This blog celebrates nothing that is fascist, anti-Semitic, or Hitleresque-- except his mustache, which is recognized as an emblem of the folly of his ideas and an example of the anomaly that is seemingly always in our midst. Otherwise, it's just music and whatnot.
In 1987 my brother was either a junior in high school
or a senior and I was either a freshman in high school or a
sophomore. Metallica was sweet and so was
Megadeath and so was Anthrax! Caught in the the mosh!
So were the Suicidal Tendencies. So was my my
Powell-Peralta skateboard. It was always Bones!
In search of Chin, mutha fuckers!
"I'm the man," rapped Anthrax on their seminal EP
I'm the Man. And they were. Cause me and Jason Matthais
loved RUN DMC too. It was a sweet time in ways.
It was confusing. But Scott Ian was fucking rad!
There was no denying that. You could sit around and deny
that shit for hours, but you'd get no where.
Scott Ian was bad ass and so was flipping up the bill
of your baseball cap and even writing something underneath,
on the visor. Dude, my Chuck Taylor's were duct-taped
because the left side of my left shoe was always ate up
from Ollies and just fucking skating, man.
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