You can put me anywhere in the world. Whether it’s Seattle, Chicago, New York City, Athens Georgia, Portland Oregon, whatever the case. I don’t think I’ll outgrow that development I had as a teenager growing up in a small midwestern town and being a punk rocker. And that’s what I am. A Lowell, Indiana punk rocker. I got my ass fucking kicked for listening to this music. It opened up a world to me that I otherwise wouldn’t have found. I wasn’t a captain of a football team, I wasn’t your typical midwestern preppy kid who listened to Gucci Mane and Lil Wayne. I didn’t even fit in with the metal and emo kids who wore Asking Alexandra and BMTH shirts as a badge of honor. My friends and I skipped school, we smoked cigarettes, we smoked pot, vandalized, going to local shows in runed down old abandoned buildings, and listened to music. There was no other entertainment so we had to create our own. Black Flag, Dinosaur Jr, Nirvana, the Melvins Local H, and local bands like Nimrod made me reevaluate my values and I began to become an enemy to the average white guy. It taught me different perspectives I otherwise wouldn’t have found in that restrictive environment.