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| Current music: | Olotila: Viimeinen kevät |
Hymyile nyt, itke myöhemmin
First, here are some pictures. Some of these are from the 4th aniversary of our squat, some from our no-reason-day party.
This here is our livingroom.
Some random people in my room.
Me and kurppa.
Maria and me.
Peppi, some friend of hers, myself and Kurppa.
And this here is yours truly, wasted, ugly and fucked up more than ever.
Things have not been great for Helsinki punks lately. Within a week, we are losing Vuoritalo. The only decent place we had for all ages shows, where we did not only have a venue but a hangout place, bar, rehearsalrooms for many local bands, the office for local anarchists and storage. The last show is next weekend, after that we have to be gone. We had it coming but I just still cant belve it. Ofcource, we oldsters who ran it have new plans already but it will take time to get another decent venue and there probaply will never be anything quite like it where we had it all under one roof.
And to top it all, some assholes broke in there few nights ago and stole all the beer, the money and equipment. The janitors who usually were on guard there 24/7 had moved out just a few days ago so they had all the night to carry the stuff out. My theory is that there is a rat within the scene who if not didnt do it himself, tipped some people about it. Otherwise they would have been just way too lucky. No outsider would have ever pulled it off.
And belive me. When they are chaught, they are gonna pay big time. We were too cocky when we thought that nobody wouldnt even try to fuck with us but when we get our hands on them they will pay the price. Especially the rat if there ever was one amongst us. It is probaple it was one of the junkie types. Our chances of finding them are pretty good since you cant sell most of the stolen stuff without us noticing. If they try, it will be a mother of all boot parties.
Back home here, we have been in mourning. Amen, one of our dogs passed away. Pipsa and Maku went on tour with their band Ristisaatto and took their one dog Kalma to Tampere to their friends to be taken care of and Amen to a dog care center of some friends of Pipsa Somewhere in the countryside. After a short while she escaped and was run over by a train. She will be missed. She was barely two years old. After her, one of our rats passed away of old age and one of the cats was in a fight and has been in poor health. Luckily she wasnt hurt that bad but it has been pretty grimm. And not only that, there has been a lot of arguments here within the people over stupid little things. Its just so sickening that we are at each others throats all the time..
I have made promises to Maria and I am not sure I can keep them that well but I try my very best. Being with her has calmed me down a lot and I dont even feel like doing all these nasty things that I used to. Not that I have changed all that much, maybe I just try to be more sensible. But as she knows, old dog cant learn that much more new tricks. I love her much but I havent been much with a "nice" girl like her before. Most girls I have been with have been nasty psychos with more problems you can think of, but she is so much different. All I hope is she can put up with me. Since I am not a nice boy. Nor will I ever be one.
Today, when I thought she was really pissed off at me and hung over, I walked her to the bus stop. It was raining but the rain really made us feel good. It is hard to explain, but suddenly we were both smiling and we walked furter than we planned. It was the first real rainy day of the spring. We got wet but happy. The rain smelled so fresh.
Man, I can still remember her smile.
But enough for now.
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