The Inaccurate Tale of Punk Rock Man

It would hit me at the oddest moments, then fizzle away, then come back in a blinding flash- I don't have a blog post for today.  Perhaps that's a little dramatic.  But I kept suddenly realizing I hadn't written anything this week, then forgetting again.  I have a lot of posts planned, but things are busy busy busy and I haven't had time to write.

Anywho, I have this... thing... I wrote a little over a year ago.  It was actually a vocabulary assignment in my English class, hence why it is bedazzled with some kinda ritzy words.  I've been meaning to post it for a while.  Here we go.

The man spoke slowly in colloquial language but his painted eyes said more than his words.  Quiet, gentle and safe at home in his own niche of equally rural people, nobody would have guessed his secret.  Not a soul knew who he was.  Under the quiet of the night, he swapped his modest country clothing for a flattering spandex bodysuit festooned with shades of gold, dark purple, and silver.  Silently he slipped away to the city, where he avenged all those who could not speak for themselves.  A vigilante, some might call him.  Others considered him a perfidy to his country.  But only he knew that what he did was for the greater good... And thus was he doomed to walk alone, inducing screams of children and shouts of law-abiding citizens.  This is the way of...
PUNK ROCK MAN (insert sketches of guitars and hands doing the rock sign).
DISCLAIMER: Since then, I have learned that there is a definite difference between punk and metal.  Anyone who wears gold, purple, and silver spandex probably airs on the side of metal rather than punk.  I'm talking, like, '80's metal.

By the way, my most excellent friend has taken up blogging again after a hiatus.  I'm so excited.  I love her posts.  She's so good.  Seriously.  Go read her blog.

Feliz Cinco de Mayo, by the way!  My family is celebrating with fajitas, nachos, mariachi music, and the movie Nacho Libre.  I love Nacho Libre.  And Jack Black.  And so I shall return to watching.

World peace and love,


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