My shoes after running the Cross Country Challenge.
My 1995 and my 1997.
I dunno. I’m more partial to the vertical back of the 5th generation hatchback. Although, the sixth gen. is growing on me.
Djwalley, I’ve already had a couple of people get pissed at me when I told them my EK is my winter car… I feel kinda bad driving it.
My new baby. 1997 Honda Civic CX Hatchback. Red.
That’s right. I now own a Red 1995 Honda Civic CX Hatchback AND a Red 1997 Honda Civic CX Hatchback.
It’s an addiction. Most of you wouldn’t understand.
Ok, now you can call me a “hipster”. But, know that I FOUND these in MY OLD STUFF. This is actually my old cassette player and a couple of cassettes that I found with it. Now, I need to hunt down all my old Mix-tapes. The cassette labeled “Our Shit” apparently used to have MSC recordings on it. But, now has: Jawbreaker, Jets to Brazil, Five Iron Frenzy, Less than Jake, the Lawrence Arms, the Broadways, and… I don’t even know what else.
I was in cleaning mode last night and I ended up tripping down memory lane for a long time. Here’s some of the stuff I found. A few of my ticket stubs and some old punk show flyers.
Do you guys remember when bands would actually flyer for shows? Do you remember when you had to sit up late cutting out pictures and drawing your show flyers then going to Kinko’s to make a hundred or show copies? When the $10 for copies was a lot of money. I do. I didn’t make any of these flyers but I have all the originals of the ones that I made… somewhere. Those were the days. The shit was original. And, I used to love getting them. I hate these Facebook invites for shows. Sure, they’re convenient and you can set your phone up to automatically remind you of the show but, it’s not the same. There’s no passion anymore.
