A Night at the Galaxy 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

This poem was inspired by my buddy punk rocker chick Charli 
Jean. This shit really happened. If you didn't do shit like this 
when you were young, you blew it. Have fun reading it. 

I was working the door at the Galaxy skating rink
In Fullerton, CA
It was Saturday night
Punk night
The bands playing tonight were The Adolescents
The Minute Men, Husker Du, and this cool band that had a cast of 
clowns
That slam danced around on the stage
And jumped off into the audience now and then
Can't remember their names
One too many brain cells were sacrificed on the alter of 
youthful bliss
I was friends with Rick Agnew and his little brother Frankie
Their hit song Amoeba was on Rodney on the Rock's album
The best of KROQ hits
Punkers started showing up from all over the place
Wearing black leather, liberty spikes in their hair
They had spiked jackets, spiked belts
Spiked chokers, spiked wrist bands
Spikes coming out of their lower lips and chins
These were not wanna be poser Punkers
They were fighters from soho dogtown locales
The parking lot was filled already with empty beer bottles
The bands were already blaring away
Girls were all trying to get in free by kissing me
I gave in to a couple of them
I was in the mosh pit bumping and grinding
These punkers tonight were tripping
If you got too close to the outside of the pit
Back then we called it the slam pit
And we were slam dancing
Really bumping eachother hard
My friend who owned the rink was gonna shit
There were punkers carving their lover's names into the wooden 
floor
One guy jumped off the stage and nobody caught him
The ambulences showed up and hauled the guy off
The music was fast and loud
Intoxicating my soul
It was dark save for the Mirrored ball throwing off spots of 
light
Spinning around the room
And the wicked colored lights and smoke on the stage
The chicks were sexy cool with their black lips
Fine hips, belly chains, jet blue manes
Pierced toungues
The place was jumpin, my heart was thumpin
This one cool chick looked too cute
She was too young
But I loved her in my heart just the same
I took her to my car
We smoked some chronic
She sat in the back seat, me in the front
I could see her in my rear view
Her chest moving up and down
The sound of her breathing was electric
She respected me for not taking advantage
She felt safe and protected
In my car, with her big buddy
Oh cruel fate made us too many years apart
For she was a cutie pie
Made stars in my eyes
Something inside her bubbled over
And caught ahold of my heart
Suddenly a fight broke out in the parking lot
It was the La Mirada punkers vs the Fullerton punkers
They were heaving beer bottles
Using trash can lids for shields
It was kinda cool actually
We broke it up
My cousin Mikey and me
She thanked me and we went back inside
Another girl with black fishnets
Jet black straight hair
Black lipstick
Tiny skirt
Showing all of her beautiful legs sculpted by the gods
Threw herself at me and started force french kissing me
She litterally dragged me out of the club
And into my car
She had a few too many
I gave her a ride home
She nearly got us killed on the way
We were doing 70 on the 92 Riverside freeway
And she kept pulling my head over and kissing me
I dropped her off and went back to the club
My other cousin Matt came by with the chronic
Quantities of it
He wanted me to go with him
Trade pot for hookers
I had to man the club
This whole night ended with me, Mikey, Rick, Frankie and others
Playing hockey with full cans of budweiser on the empty rink 
floor
Rick had a custom made guitar
In the shape of a battle axe
With mythical cracks in it
And real blood under the clear coats
His blood
We put on some wicked punk and slapped those hockey sticks
Rick and his brother Frankie liked me
They called me "the dude with the tie"
Cuz I had this shitty sales job
And I was wearing my tie one night at a rehearsal
I had a quarter ounce of coke
And I traded some of it for a sheet of window pain
Me and Mikey went walking through these tunnels
With lights shining down at us from holes in the streets
And the beams of light were triple beams
They were bouncing and giving off trails that floated back 
behind them
Oh what a fucking time I had
That night at the Galaxy