Where Does It All End...

So I sit here closer to my 33rd birthday than my 32nd, and I am left wondering... Where does it all end? My 33rd birthday will also mark my 20 year affair with my mistress that is punk rock. I have given more than half of my life to her. It makes me wonder.... Where does it all end? 20 Years of dressing like a 13 year old, 20 years of searching through bins to hunt down these records that have changed my life, 20 years of standing uncomfortably in a sweaty basement to watch some band scream about the same things over and over... Where does it all end? Okay, I actually stopped going to concerts many years ago, but that was only because I came down with a case of the concert anxieties. So now I am older, married and looking to start a family and I find myself wondering... where does it all end? I do have some sweet memories, a decent record collection and a few fliers left over, but where does that really get me? Will I be 50 and still trying to hunt down some obscure Japanese record that I NEED to have for my collection? Will I pass this obsession on to my children? Some times I consider being selfish and letting them discover this stuff for themselves. Either way, they will still think I am a dork, and they will be correct. While most people spent their 20's doing drugs, drinking and getting laid, I drove around the midwest asking other nerds where the punk section was. Oh well, no way to change the past. I guess I do have all of that to thank for my social awkwardness and my inability to talk to almost anyone.

So yeah, thanks Black Flag, thanks to the million shitty Oi! bands that I was obsessed with, thanks Negative Approach, The Avengers, Screeching Weasel, The Replacements, Misfits, MDC, Minor Threat. You all helped it to sting a little less that I spent high school hiding out in my room. You did get me chased and called a "fag" more than once though. Oh well, it is a bitter sweet affair we have had. Lastly I ask myself once again... where does it all end?