Blood, Sex, and Pistols: a punk beginning, chapter 3
Me and Sid didn't get very far in our walk before we heard someone yell: "Hey! There's the punk who hit us with that chain!"
There were two rich looking preppy fellows coming up to us with their sleeves pushed up ready for battle. Sid whipped out his chain again, and I took off my leather belt that had metal things hanging off it.
One of the cunts punched Sid in the face, which caused Sid to strangle him with the chain. I was whipping the other cunt on the ass with my belt untill I realized he was enjoying it, so I whipped him aroung and kneed him where it hurts. While he was distracted I took the buckle of my belt and hit him on the head, and so he crumpled unconsious.
Sid had finished strangling the other cunt, who was also lying there in a coma.
In order to get out of there quicker, Sid and I said goodbye to each other amongst the bloodyness, and we both ran off; not before I kissed Sid's bloody, sweat-covered cheek.
The first Sex Pistols show influenced me to start my own band. We named ourselves the Vagrants, and we were composed of John Gray on drums, Sid on bass and vocals, and me on guitar and vocals. Me and Sid wrote about a dozen songs together and we scheduled a show opening for the 101'ers (who soon became the Clash) for the following week.
That Thursday I went to go see Sid's band the Banshees, who were opening for the Damned that nite. I got there a bit late, and the Banshees were half way thru their first song. No offense to Sid, but he was an extremely crappy drummer. When I got there he actually STOPPED DRUMMING, waved to me, took a swig of beer, dumped some on himself since he wasn't wearing a shirt, then he resumed drumming. Otherwise the Banshees were a good band, woman fronted.
The Banshees set soon ended, and the Damned came on and started playing. Sid came to join me with yet another mug of beer. He offered me a sip, as I had already finished mine.
"The Damned aren't as good as the Banshees." he declared.
"I think they're fine and dandy." I replied.
He looked deep into my eyes and said "No. They suck shit."
Without warning he suddenly yelled "Cunts!!" and hurled his glass mug toward the stage. It was supposed to hit the singer, but since Sid was a bit drunk it hit a pole on the side of the stage and shattered. We heard an "Ouch!"
Sid and I stood there for a few moments and didn't think much of it until we noticed a crowd begin to form around that pole. We then booked it out of there into a nearby closet. A RANDOM closet.
What happened after that was quite suprising. Sid suddenly began to grope me, feel up my shirt, then kiss me. These sudden, random actions gave me....feelings. I thought it was fucking hot. I kissed him back, with tongue, and proceeded to take off my clothes. I was more than glad to finally lose my virginity, especially to Sid Vicious.
We were going at it for about 6 minutes when we heard banging on the closet door. Sid, still naked, got up and threw the closet door open, and people backed up a bit cuz of his nakedness. I was struggling to cover myself with the various jackets that were in the closet. Sid loofed at the people defiantly, grabbed my hand and pulled me up and out of the pile of jackets that were protecting my nakedness from public view. Now the people were actually running away.
After he was done, Sid said to me "Lets go." And we got our clothes on and ran hand in hand down the road to my apartment.
Man, Sid was good at scaring people off.
There were two rich looking preppy fellows coming up to us with their sleeves pushed up ready for battle. Sid whipped out his chain again, and I took off my leather belt that had metal things hanging off it.
One of the cunts punched Sid in the face, which caused Sid to strangle him with the chain. I was whipping the other cunt on the ass with my belt untill I realized he was enjoying it, so I whipped him aroung and kneed him where it hurts. While he was distracted I took the buckle of my belt and hit him on the head, and so he crumpled unconsious.
Sid had finished strangling the other cunt, who was also lying there in a coma.
In order to get out of there quicker, Sid and I said goodbye to each other amongst the bloodyness, and we both ran off; not before I kissed Sid's bloody, sweat-covered cheek.
The first Sex Pistols show influenced me to start my own band. We named ourselves the Vagrants, and we were composed of John Gray on drums, Sid on bass and vocals, and me on guitar and vocals. Me and Sid wrote about a dozen songs together and we scheduled a show opening for the 101'ers (who soon became the Clash) for the following week.
That Thursday I went to go see Sid's band the Banshees, who were opening for the Damned that nite. I got there a bit late, and the Banshees were half way thru their first song. No offense to Sid, but he was an extremely crappy drummer. When I got there he actually STOPPED DRUMMING, waved to me, took a swig of beer, dumped some on himself since he wasn't wearing a shirt, then he resumed drumming. Otherwise the Banshees were a good band, woman fronted.
The Banshees set soon ended, and the Damned came on and started playing. Sid came to join me with yet another mug of beer. He offered me a sip, as I had already finished mine.
"The Damned aren't as good as the Banshees." he declared.
"I think they're fine and dandy." I replied.
He looked deep into my eyes and said "No. They suck shit."
Without warning he suddenly yelled "Cunts!!" and hurled his glass mug toward the stage. It was supposed to hit the singer, but since Sid was a bit drunk it hit a pole on the side of the stage and shattered. We heard an "Ouch!"
Sid and I stood there for a few moments and didn't think much of it until we noticed a crowd begin to form around that pole. We then booked it out of there into a nearby closet. A RANDOM closet.
What happened after that was quite suprising. Sid suddenly began to grope me, feel up my shirt, then kiss me. These sudden, random actions gave me....feelings. I thought it was fucking hot. I kissed him back, with tongue, and proceeded to take off my clothes. I was more than glad to finally lose my virginity, especially to Sid Vicious.
We were going at it for about 6 minutes when we heard banging on the closet door. Sid, still naked, got up and threw the closet door open, and people backed up a bit cuz of his nakedness. I was struggling to cover myself with the various jackets that were in the closet. Sid loofed at the people defiantly, grabbed my hand and pulled me up and out of the pile of jackets that were protecting my nakedness from public view. Now the people were actually running away.
After he was done, Sid said to me "Lets go." And we got our clothes on and ran hand in hand down the road to my apartment.
Man, Sid was good at scaring people off.
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