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.