1 – Olivia’s life motto
2 – Levi’s robot poking a dead rockabilly guy with a stick
3 – Levi’s finger ruler
Give a punk a tattoo gun and soon all your friends will have new ink. This is only a small sample of Constance’s work. I thought about getting something, but I waited too long as she’s moving soon.
Good luck with your move. Remember, you’ll also have friends in Columbus and plenty of people willing to be your tattoo guinea pigs.
The cherry on the top of a white-trash weekend spent riding bikes between Pittsburgh and Cleveland. Can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed watching anyone this old play music before.
Playing hard every night and going on (what feels like) nonstop tours makes Dead Dog the epitome of DIY punk. On top of that, I believe Dead Dog is the first touring band to play The Punk Porch twice. Hard to believe it’s been over a year of generator shows.
You can read all about the DUI chase - double cop shooting – home barricade – suicide story here, but what I find most interesting about the standoff was the public reaction.
Even though I live in a dense community, I know few of my neighbors. When over 100 cops (there were at least 100 cruisers alone and not counting undercover, SWAT and special forces) takeover 20-square blocks, during the day, on a holiday everyone is disregarding their own safety for some free entertainment.
It’s like the TV show Cops, in your own backyard, and you don’t know if the police are going to win.
The vibe was like a block party and all the weirdos were invited. I saw an orthodox Russian priest walking around in a dress with a long beard and tacky cross dangling from his neck, a bro with a snake wrapped around his arm, people speaking languages I couldn’t even guess what they were, and people of all ages, classes and ethnicity.
Someone served hotdogs to anyone who was interested. Many were drinking. I was grilled on photography from a freshman who wanted to be a sports photographer.
As cops hid behind dumpsters and snipers clothed in full camo took aim with rifles, the quotes from the crowd were the best.
Early on someone tried to start a group chant of ”We want action!” directed at the police.
Strategically the standoff was located directly across the street from Soussy Mart, the local carryout, and while their guns were drawn, one dude asked an officer if the store was closed.
“If you even knew the stupid-ass shit I have to put up with on a day-to-day basis,” said the cop said as soon as the guy left.
Others nearby, on the same thought track, planned to walk to Camp’s, the next closest carryout. “That settles it. We might as get drunk,” said a college girl.
Other gems I heard where:
“With all the cops here, we should be out robbing banks!”
“Imagine how that guy feels with all those cops trying to shoot him. Ain’t that something?”
“There’s no way he’s making it out alive. I can’t wait to see this.”
“If you send the dogs in, make sure they have their doggie helmets and vests on.”
Talk of the recession and it’s affect on everything has been analyzed endlessly by our 24/7 media. You’d never know times are the worst since the Great Depression by driving through Ohio State’s student ghetto neighborhood.
“It looks like we’re in a Third World County,” Michelle said referring to trash-strewn asphalt alleys that stretch from back door to back door.
When it comes to Dumpsters, looks can be deceiving. Those waste receptacles are ripe, you can’t skim like the scrappers, you have to dive.
The 15th House’s dual living rooms have been revamped with furniture. New-used appliances – TVs, a DVD players, vacuum cleaners, a video recorder, multiple mini fridges, coffee makers (those are just off the top of my head) have new homes. Bare punk house cupboards have been stocked with the standard college kid staples – canned food (great for the apocalypse), snack foods (probably should throw these back), pasta (blah), and lots of Natty Ice (yuck).
There was more competition surrounding OSU Christmas than ever before (an accurate indicator of the economy?), but it doesn’t matter when you live near the largest university in America. This is still America, baby, and there’s plenty of trash for all.
You should see what he does to fruitbooters.
This spot was new to me and going in it looked like it had potential. Turns out it was one of the most boring abandoned buildings I’ve been in. Nice and clean with nothing too interesting to see. Probably is checked upon often.
I would find it hard to believe that many people have more fun than my friends and I.
