When I was just a little, budding young punk
When I was just a little, budding young punk, I wrote a book review for my grade-school English class on the book “And I Don’t Want to Live This Life” by the mother of Nancy Spungen, who met her end at the hands of Sid Vicious.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the overdose death of Sid which reminds me of my own misguided angry youth- mad at my family, angry with society / government/ school – you name it, I hated it…
After submitting my vitrolic book report, I received my grade from the teacher and noticed that it wasn’t only a red pen circled letter of the alphabet on the accompanying pages but a 4 page note- ADDRESSED TO ME. In this note, Mr. Peter’s spoke of how I should watch the path I was on and how I had the ability to make a difference in the world rather then stifle my latent potential. He scrawled the words to a Robert Frost poem to inspire me to continue on my chosen path of invividuality and ‘challenging the system’ but to maintain a degree of consciousness so as not to stray from the road leading to my true purpose in this lifetime.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Wow, you are the only other person I know who has read “And I Don’t Want to Live This Life”. Think I’ll play ‘never mind the bollocks’ in tribute to Sid (and to a lesser extent, Gary Oldman)