Once upon a time, I went to punk rock shows almost weekly. I lived ten minuted away from one of the most popular underground venues of the 1990s and 2000s. I started several failed attempts at bands, wrote angry punk rock songs and questioned authority.
Seventeen years later I am the authority.
I am now a teacher and a father of two. I live for my newborn daughter and my nearly two year old son. I haven't been to a show in as long as I can remember, but that doesn't mean I still don''t love underground rock. I just understand right now my kids need me. I'm not a kid, I'm a man.
I teach the kids in my classroom and in my home to question what they are told, not taking everything at face value understand WHY something is so. I promote learning because without it, people don't stop to think.
Punk Rock is not a style, it is a state of mind, an attitude, a thought process and a lifestyle, with or without the bondage pants. I am a punk rock dad. These are my stories.
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