Stevo: What can I say? We weren't much more than a couple of young punks.

Stevo: And this city was still the same...I mean, look at it! There's nothing going on. That's what I saw when I looked out over the city: nothing. How the Mormon settlers looked upon this valley, and felt that it was the promised land, is beyond me. I don't know, maybe it looked different back then.

Stevo: But this fall was going to be the fall alright. Bob and the rest of us had made a note to do absolutely nothing. We were going to waste our educated minds--we had no other way of fighting. As I said, there just weren't enough of us.

Stevo: So Heroin Bob was named as such 'cause he was afraid of needles, but you know not just needles, the guy was afraid of drugs too. We couldn't even get him to take a damn asprin. He drank, and he smoked cigarettes, but that was it.

Stevo: You see life is like that...we change, that's all. You see, the guy I am now, is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now, he'd beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts.

Stevo: Bob was like that. A real a-hole when it came to reading into things. He liked to wrap things up into neat little packages that implied the world.

Stevo: If looking the way we did in Utah was unusual, in the state of Wyoming (affectionately called the Cowboy State) we were f**king aliens.

Stevo: I like Sandy. Now Sandy has nothing to do with anarchy in general, she's just a beautiful, wondereful, funnny, witty, loving, sexy, tough-as-nails, little weird girl, and I absolutely adore her. I like Sandy a lot.

Stevo’s father: I didn't sell out son, I bought in.

Stevo: I remember this time, he was drunk, and he got this idea in his head that all the cars on his block would look better without windows. Finally they got him in the back of the squad car. The cops thought he was on Angel Dust ("the only way he could do it") but not so, that was just Mike. He broke those goddamn handcuffs, kicked the window out of the squad car drunk, and that was it. Never got caught, either.

Stevo: It was a character flaw, sure, but we all have those. This part didn't concern me. The main problem with Mark was that he was intimidating, and he had a tendency to snap. He was always afraid of getting ripped off, yet at the same time he would rip things off without shame or guilt. Chaos and man, although hopeful could also be, you know, a leeetle tiresome.

Stevo: Eddie wasn't an anarchist, he wasn't really even a punk. Eddie was into Women. But not in a macho jerky kinda way, right, he was a true romantic. He had his ass beat several times for being gay, which, he was not. Imagine: fag bashing without all the benefits.

Stevo: I have my own agenda. Harvard: out. University of Utah: In. I am going to get a 4.0 in damage.

Stevo: We both graduated college after taking summer classes, a major feat considering our aim in college was to be as destructive as possible. Our mission after leaving high school as two aspiring young punks, I think like the only two punks in Salt Lake City at the time, was to go to University and bring down the system. Why? Well for obvious reasons, anarchy, the only system of government that seemed to make any sense to us at all. And the irony was, well we had made it through. I did well, even.

Stevo: Poseurs are people that look like punks, but they did it for fashion. And they were fools, they'd say "Anarchy in the UK". See? Poseurs. What good is that to those of us in Utah, America? You don't live your life by lyrics.

Stevo: The fight: What Does It Mean, and where does it come from? An Essay. Homo Sapien, a man. He is alone in the Universe. A punker--still a man--he is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. Oooh. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive. Now, complications...

Stevo: To be an anarchist in Salt Lake City was certainly no easy task, especially in 1985. And having no money, no job, no plans for the future, the true anarchist position, was in itself a strenuous job.

Stevo: See to me, England was nothing more than a big f**kin' American state, like North Dakota, or Canada.

Stevo: This actually needs some explanation. Beer in Supermarkets in Utah is weak, 3 points instead of the normal 6 points of alchohol. It's the religious influence, and a pain in the ass. Now to me it makes no sense. If you've got alchohol, you've got alchohol. So why 3 instead of 6? You know a drunk's just going to drink twice as many beers to get drunk, so you not only have a drunk on your hands, you have a drunk who's fat and gross. There's nothing worse.

Stevo: Another thing that pissed me off, talkin' about who started punk rock music. Was it Sex Pistols in England? Was it the Ramones in the Velvet Underground in New York? 'It was the Ramones!' 'It was the Sex Pistols!' Raahh! Who cares who started it?! It's music. I don't know who started it, and I don't give a ****. The one thing I do know is that we did it harder, we did it faster, and we definitely did it with more love, baby. You can't take that away from us.

Stevo: So here's this band. ECP: Extreme Corporeal Punishment. One of the toughest most hardcore bands in the UK. Good band as well. They come to Salt Lake City they think it's too tough for them--an 18-year old punk beat the **** out of their bouncer. I rest my case on this: in a country of lost souls, rebellion comes hard. But in a religously oppressive city, which half it's popluation isn't even of that religion, it comes like fire.

Sean: Are you him?
Bob: Yeah I'm him.
Sean: Jesus!? Have I sinned or am I going to Heaven?
Bob: Haha. You're frying man. How much acid did you take?
Sean: You're not Jesus. You're Bob.
Bob: I'm Bob. How goes it?
Sean: How are you doing that?
Bob: Doing what?
Sean: Walking on water?