so does anyone remember a somewhat
alternative/punk/goth music magazine from the 80's called...what was it...."smash hits"? well, there was this little section in the back called "r.s.v.p" where you could put a post for pen-pals of the punk persuasion (oooo, lots of p's). if the editors liked your little blurb, that is.
well, one rainy sunday in 10th grade, on a whim, i wrote up a little post listing all the music i liked at the time (i think i said "depeche mode, toy dolls, love n rockets, jesus and mary chain, the cure...") and then said something so not clever like, "i'm going crazy, wanna come along?" and signed it "bugsy", which was a nickname at the time. then i completely forgot all about it.
until a month later when the letters addressed to "bugsy" started coming in. first just a few, while i figured out i had been published, and then they POURED...my dad would come home with a whole box of letters just for me. and because i hadn't specified male or female, most of the letters were from girls who thought they'd just found the boy of their dreams. i think maybe 1 or 2 guys wrote. it was INSANE and i loved it. initially i tried to write back as many as i could, but it just got out of hand. after a while i had 10 people i wrote regularly, and one girl in particular "sisal" who i wrote to constantly. they'd send me fanzines, and pictures and art and stories from their heart...
i don't write any of them anymore (even tho' i still have all the letters), and my friendship with sisal actually had a traumatic and sad ending. but s.g. is the first time since then that i've experienced anything like it...
so thank you everyone for showing me little peeks into your lives, and for letting me share mine.
alternative/punk/goth music magazine from the 80's called...what was it...."smash hits"? well, there was this little section in the back called "r.s.v.p" where you could put a post for pen-pals of the punk persuasion (oooo, lots of p's). if the editors liked your little blurb, that is.
well, one rainy sunday in 10th grade, on a whim, i wrote up a little post listing all the music i liked at the time (i think i said "depeche mode, toy dolls, love n rockets, jesus and mary chain, the cure...") and then said something so not clever like, "i'm going crazy, wanna come along?" and signed it "bugsy", which was a nickname at the time. then i completely forgot all about it.
until a month later when the letters addressed to "bugsy" started coming in. first just a few, while i figured out i had been published, and then they POURED...my dad would come home with a whole box of letters just for me. and because i hadn't specified male or female, most of the letters were from girls who thought they'd just found the boy of their dreams. i think maybe 1 or 2 guys wrote. it was INSANE and i loved it. initially i tried to write back as many as i could, but it just got out of hand. after a while i had 10 people i wrote regularly, and one girl in particular "sisal" who i wrote to constantly. they'd send me fanzines, and pictures and art and stories from their heart...
i don't write any of them anymore (even tho' i still have all the letters), and my friendship with sisal actually had a traumatic and sad ending. but s.g. is the first time since then that i've experienced anything like it...
so thank you everyone for showing me little peeks into your lives, and for letting me share mine.
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-The Marquis
PS-Daaaaaaamn, you go girl. With your big black lover.
PPS- I have a really loud stereo in my car. You should see the nasty looks I get when I'm bumping Shania Twain through the ghetto. Negros can get nasty.