Anger is an Energy

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The Plugz at the Cathay de Grande in Los Angeles, February 1982, photo by Vincent Ramirez. (Greg Hetson in foreground.)

A ripped Naugahyde booth in the moldy basement of a long-gone Hollywood restaurant was no place for a young lady from the westside to be spending time in 1981. Not at midnight, not with the antiseptic burn of cocaine in her throat, not with her vengeful heart doing paradiddles against her ribcage and especially not with a potentially lethal weapon in her grip. When you’re 18 years old, punk and in love, it feels good to tighten your grip around the smooth neck of a beer bottle. And when the decreasing proximity between your boyfriend and a blonde named Stacy has reached critical status, broken glass seems like an efficient way to set limits. Especially with the wail of a live saxophone urging you from the stage.

Published by mimici06

I live on Hemlock Lane.

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