OK, time to get mushy. Or is it "crumbly"?

The year 2008. Worst year of my life.

Started off with getting more and more depressed from months of the "one step forward, two steps back."

Then one week before my birth day the death of a beautiful, funny and talented man named Eddy Shots. Then less then five months later the death of my eldest nephew, Damien.What pulled me through all of this were my friends. All of us holding each other up through the worst of times.I posted posted the news of my nephew on the BLOG and the news spread in little time through the Punk Rock grape vine. Then the "OMG Pedro!" messages of support with the offer of any help I would need.
A few weeks later I sent an electronic thank you to a brother saying "It made me feel less alone." He shot back, "You're never alone."

I've been distancing myself from the scene over the last couple of years.
It was more then not hanging out that much.
When telling stories about the Skinhead scene I'd say "Them", "They", "Those".

On December 1st I was performing for a World AIDS Day event. Near the end of a tale of my time in the scene I stopped short of saying, "they" and said "us."
And so it's been since: "us," "we", "our", "mine."

What is it that I "get out" of the Punk Scene?
It is a family.
Don't get me wrong. It can be a WAY dysfunctional family.
But it's a place where I feel I have something to offer.
And I've been told I do.

Ok,
Glad I got that out of my system.
Time for a pint.

Grow The Beard Back?

I set up a profile on a site called The Big Gay Sketch Show.
Below is a post I put on the BLOG. Give it a read and if you find me worthy vote for me on the site.

Pedro.

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"Two years ago I had a big ole beard. In 2003 I had grown fascinated with ancient Spartan culture.
The image of a martial society that accepted homosexual behavior (with a lot of rules of course) inspired thoughts in my mind in what we could promote and incorporate into modern society. My mind would an hold an image from historical memory.
Young warriors, naked, covered in olive oil, and wrestling under the hot Laconian sun.
Um...excuse me I'll be cutting this short.
Something came up I need to take care of.
Anyway after watching the movie 300 about 17 times too many times, I grew a big beard.Thought it made me look like a Spartan warrior!
Then brother of mine named Eddy Shots took one look at it and said, "You look like Amish Bin Laden." And that was it. I shaved it off.
But I've had brothers tell me now I should grow it back. They like the Amish Skinhead look!
I could use an objective view on weather to grow it back.
I'm a subject in a documentary series titled Driving Jersey.
I was interviewed when I had the beard.
To make things easier for you I put links my Big Gay Casting profileCheck em out and let me know if it's worth growing back.


Here's the link.http://biggaycasting.com/people/Poppaskin
THANKS!, in Advance Pedro Angel Serrano

At last Sundays music/pizza eating meeting at WRSU I shared an idea with the other DJ's. Encouraged by there enthusiasm for the plan I jumped onto the computer and logged onto the White House website.

"Dear President Obama,

In my fifty years I have never seen this country so divided; Redstate/blue state, Gay/Straight, Democrat/Republican Insurgency...

But I believe there is one thing Americans can agree on.
And that thing is Johnny Cash!"

I then went into a moving argument (which I can't quite remember) for a series of concerts beginning with artists covering Johnny Cash songs.

I recommended that all styles should be represented. From Blues to Punk Rock. I mentioned I had a list of suggestions in that regard.

So now if they just happen to have that concert you all know know where the idea came from.
It doesn't matter whether I get any credit. As long as the Bouncing Souls are on the bill!