ellipsis…

utopia, or not.

there was a time when utopia welcomed.. even favoured punk bands. years ago, when messiah was the only one around. but this whole tribe of messiah-wannabes (and i’m naming bands here, something i don’t normally do)… kolorfools, nomads, and now airborne. what the fuck is your problem? how many years in a row do you guys want to get beaten up? and then promptly bring your sidekicks/hos along. punk ethos is good and all that shit. just don’t act like morons.

1. things that are not cool at spa:

1. messing around with girls (unless they’re your own)
2. messing around with sound equipment
3. messing with the bands
4. acting like a prick

2. things that are cool, however:

1. getting drunk
2. getting stoned
3. enjoying yourself
4. beating up people who indulge in 1.1/2/3/4

the moron from this year’s fight at utopia was caught doing all four from section 1.

messages to people:

@ the guy who got beaten up: i have your bag, with the two books you were reading: manufacturing science and notes to myself: my struggle to become a person. you’ll really need that second book. and your air force application form… forget about that. they do drug-tests before they let you in. and your sweater… man, it stinks. i gave it away.

@ deepak/nitin/other random “punks”: you guys are not welcome. ever. the announcement i made was for you guys, and your friends. even if you come in on crutches, you will not be spared. you should know that about us. no amount of giving gurtej or me the eye would make you a hero. you guys are not kush/sumit/sarvesh… and you will never be welcome here. take a hint. and tell your friends that when they’re getting beaten up, they shouldn’t namedrop you guys. it just worsens the situation.

i know none of these guys would be around here. but if someone would be kind enough to pass on the message, everyone at spa would be very grateful.

postscript: the guy survived, he was last seen crying and running across the ring road, dodging trucks. he even gave me the metal horns on his way out. or was it the finger? i guess i’ll never know.

this post appeared in a slightly different format over at rsj.