Honus took the time to write a few stories for the "So You Think You Can Write" section on the Action Recon website and here is the first one that we
are publishing. Its a great read and talks about his experience in bridging the gap between metal/hardcore and hip hop. Thanks for the article Honus.
Originally posted by REV.PAULIE
HONUS-as much as i can't stand a great deal of what you really like (for my own reasons that i would never hold,nor impose,against you),YOU FUCKING
RULE!
Honus that article has been getting a lot of reads. There are probably a lot of people out there that can relate to that story in one way or another.
I remember when I got into Slayer, Venom and Metallica in like grader 6 and 7 and all the older preppy pussies would beat my ass. Then I got older and
bigger and the tables turned and forgiveness was never part of my plan. haha.
Makes me think of the time I got jumped twice in one day. I got jumped by a carload of black dudes who called me a nazi and beat the shit out of for
what seemed like an hour but was likely only a couple of minutes. Fast forward about six hours and I was stumbling home drunk after drinking my pain
away at a friends house. I got jumped again, but this time it was a carload of nazi skinheads who beat the shit out of me while calling me a
race-traitor and a nigger lover. I was just happy they didn't steal my boots. It was a shitty day.
‘Do you know what a love letter is? It’s a bullet from a fucking gun. Straight through your heart.’
Makes me think of the time I got jumped twice in one day. I got jumped by a carload of black dudes who called me a nazi and beat the shit out of for
what seemed like an hour but was likely only a couple of minutes. Fast forward about six hours and I was stumbling home drunk after drinking my pain
away at a friends house. I got jumped again, but this time it was a carload of nazi skinheads who beat the shit out of me while calling me a
race-traitor and a nigger lover. I was just happy they didn't steal my boots. It was a shitty day.
Makes me think of the time I got jumped twice in one day. I got jumped by a carload of black dudes who called me a nazi and beat the shit out of for
what seemed like an hour but was likely only a couple of minutes. Fast forward about six hours and I was stumbling home drunk after drinking my pain
away at a friends house. I got jumped again, but this time it was a carload of nazi skinheads who beat the shit out of me while calling me a
race-traitor and a nigger lover. I was just happy they didn't steal my boots. It was a shitty day.
Sweet Jesus, that is a fucking shitty day.
Yeah, but now I just laugh when I think about.
‘Do you know what a love letter is? It’s a bullet from a fucking gun. Straight through your heart.’
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