The 924 Gilman Street Project, chapter 1
<p>East Bay kids. <br />That's all anyone needed to say about them. Everyone knew who they were. Those were the wierd ones...the Gilman Street kids. Everyone knew of one. If you were looking for one, all you needed to to was just drive a short distance down Gilman street and there they were. Those kids...with the funny hair, the funny clothes, the 'funny' smell. Those were them. At about 5:00 every evening, they'd all be there, lined up in front of the entrance, goofing around, skateboarding, vandalizing...or sleeping. You never knew what they'd be doing anyway, those kids were pretty damn unpredictable. They were the kids who rocked out pretty much every weekend. They came to see Operation Ivy, Isocracy, Corrupted Morals, Nasal Sex...lots of different bands. You could smell them, hear them, sense them, from a mile away.<br /> Posted at the door of the Gilman Street Project were flyers. <br />"OPERATION IVY! 'GANG GREEN' SATURDAY JUNE 9th 6:00PM! BE THERE DUDE! <br />ALL-AGES
NO BOOZE<br />
NO DRUGS<br />
NO VIOLENCE<br />
NO HOMOPHOBES<br />
NO RACISM<br />
$2 MAN!<br />
ALSO PLAYING:<br />
ISOCRACY<br />
NASAL SEX<br />
SWEET BABY JESUS<br />
SEWER TROUT<br />
AND MANY MORE..."<br /></p>
<p>You could just feel the Gilman Street excitement, or hear it. That place was loud. No one except east bay punks lived on that street. It was too loud for the common folk. At 924, all of the highschools were combined. The rich punks were in with the common punks, the Pinhole high kids were with the John Swetts, everyone was friends with everyone. It was one big happy family. Among those kids were more kids...the Sweet Children kids. <br />"JOHN! DUDE! HEY! YOU GOING TO SEE OPERATION IVY?" A green eyed punk yelled across the Safeway parking lot.<br />"YEAH MAN! SEE YA THERE!" another one replied. <br />The green eyed one climbed into his Ford Fairline, and started up the engine. He was excited, as he was every weekend. He and his band were good friends with Operation Ivy, and a number of other Gilman Street bands. </p>
<p>"HEY BILLIE!" a blonde one said running up to his window. Billie Joe looked up. <br />"Tre my man! How goes it?" Tre shrugged.<br />"I dunno, the usual. You going to see Operation Ivy tonight?" he asked. Billie nodded. <br />
"For sure! Are you going to do the trout dance with us?" he said grinning.<br />
"Oh yeah! I'd never miss the trout dance! See you at 5:00!" Tre said waving and running back to his own car. Billie Joe drove off into the road and to his house. He had to wake up Mike, another typical East Bay teenager from his 'sleep until 2:00pm' routine. </p>
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<p>East bay girls happened to be a different story. There were some punks out there, but not enough. The rest of them were the sick trend followers. One of the East Bay Punk girls awoke that afternoon. She yawned and stretched, scratched a little, and walked into her kitchen. Her room mates were already up and out. She yawned again and opened the refrigerator...there were a few things, some left over macaroni, some chicken, and some leftover pizza. She scrunched up her nose and shut the door. Then she trudged to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 924 Gilman Street day...she wanted to be there good and early...as usual.</p>
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<p>"Up Mike!" Billie Said coming into the room and grabbing a lifeguard horn.
"Mike! UP!" Billie yelled pressing the horn. <br />"AHH! GOD DAMN IT BILLIE JOE! WHAT THE HELL?" Mike yelled pouncing on Billie who was laughing. <br />"Dude, we should be at the Gilman in about 2 hours. Go take a shower. You smell." He said wriggling out of Mike's grip, who grumbled a little and sluggishly cimbed out of bed. Billie Joe walked out of the room and walked to his guitar, which he pulled out and started to strum. Playing his guitar was his favorite passtime. </p>
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<p>Meanwhile, typical punk girl stepped out of her bathroom, all made up. She pulled on her favorite home-made Operation Ivy shirt, and her favorite plaid skirt...followed by fishnets, and striped tights to go over them. She put on all of her jewelry, and posed with the rock on hand sign in her full length mirror. She smiled, then shook her shaggy red hair all around. Lastly, she pulled on her black chucks, ans shuffled out the door. It was Gilman Street time for the typical east bay punk girl. She was met by her friend, another east bay punk girl. <br />
"Do girls like Ska Mel?" She asked. <br />
"HELL YEAH!" She screamed throwing her fist in the air.</p>
NO BOOZE<br />
NO DRUGS<br />
NO VIOLENCE<br />
NO HOMOPHOBES<br />
NO RACISM<br />
$2 MAN!<br />
ALSO PLAYING:<br />
ISOCRACY<br />
NASAL SEX<br />
SWEET BABY JESUS<br />
SEWER TROUT<br />
AND MANY MORE..."<br /></p>
<p>You could just feel the Gilman Street excitement, or hear it. That place was loud. No one except east bay punks lived on that street. It was too loud for the common folk. At 924, all of the highschools were combined. The rich punks were in with the common punks, the Pinhole high kids were with the John Swetts, everyone was friends with everyone. It was one big happy family. Among those kids were more kids...the Sweet Children kids. <br />"JOHN! DUDE! HEY! YOU GOING TO SEE OPERATION IVY?" A green eyed punk yelled across the Safeway parking lot.<br />"YEAH MAN! SEE YA THERE!" another one replied. <br />The green eyed one climbed into his Ford Fairline, and started up the engine. He was excited, as he was every weekend. He and his band were good friends with Operation Ivy, and a number of other Gilman Street bands. </p>
<p>"HEY BILLIE!" a blonde one said running up to his window. Billie Joe looked up. <br />"Tre my man! How goes it?" Tre shrugged.<br />"I dunno, the usual. You going to see Operation Ivy tonight?" he asked. Billie nodded. <br />
"For sure! Are you going to do the trout dance with us?" he said grinning.<br />
"Oh yeah! I'd never miss the trout dance! See you at 5:00!" Tre said waving and running back to his own car. Billie Joe drove off into the road and to his house. He had to wake up Mike, another typical East Bay teenager from his 'sleep until 2:00pm' routine. </p>
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<p>East bay girls happened to be a different story. There were some punks out there, but not enough. The rest of them were the sick trend followers. One of the East Bay Punk girls awoke that afternoon. She yawned and stretched, scratched a little, and walked into her kitchen. Her room mates were already up and out. She yawned again and opened the refrigerator...there were a few things, some left over macaroni, some chicken, and some leftover pizza. She scrunched up her nose and shut the door. Then she trudged to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 924 Gilman Street day...she wanted to be there good and early...as usual.</p>
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<p>"Up Mike!" Billie Said coming into the room and grabbing a lifeguard horn.
"Mike! UP!" Billie yelled pressing the horn. <br />"AHH! GOD DAMN IT BILLIE JOE! WHAT THE HELL?" Mike yelled pouncing on Billie who was laughing. <br />"Dude, we should be at the Gilman in about 2 hours. Go take a shower. You smell." He said wriggling out of Mike's grip, who grumbled a little and sluggishly cimbed out of bed. Billie Joe walked out of the room and walked to his guitar, which he pulled out and started to strum. Playing his guitar was his favorite passtime. </p>
---
<p>Meanwhile, typical punk girl stepped out of her bathroom, all made up. She pulled on her favorite home-made Operation Ivy shirt, and her favorite plaid skirt...followed by fishnets, and striped tights to go over them. She put on all of her jewelry, and posed with the rock on hand sign in her full length mirror. She smiled, then shook her shaggy red hair all around. Lastly, she pulled on her black chucks, ans shuffled out the door. It was Gilman Street time for the typical east bay punk girl. She was met by her friend, another east bay punk girl. <br />
"Do girls like Ska Mel?" She asked. <br />
"HELL YEAH!" She screamed throwing her fist in the air.</p>
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