This is Sammy Thompson. Though I knew him the better part of a decade and he was one of my closest friends, I never knew his last name. Nor, I think, did anyone else I recall ever meeting. He was one of eight kids to die last December in a squat-fire in New Orleans, New Orleans’ deadliest fire in 30 years. Although he had been the longest to live in New Orleans, his was the last body to be identified at the morgue.
This article, that a mutual friend sent me, has thus far been the most in-depth account of what actually occurred that horrible night, as well as being the first feature I’ve read that actually attempts to understand the squatter life-style.. to get inside the minds of these kids and try and figure out what it is that makes us choose to turn our back on traditional society and instead reinvent our own destiny. For anyone seeking to understand streetkids or even get a better understanding of who we’re trying to help here at The Space At Tompkins, this article is a MUST READ.
R.I.P. Sammy.. We all love and miss you.
-Ian, Stephanie, and all your other friends who i know are thinking of you..
Simply has to read this fascinating article from the BBC News, “Stoned Wallabies Make Crop Circles”.. To Quote from the article ,
“Australian wallabies are eating opium poppies and creating crop circles as they hop around “as high as a kite”, a government official has said.”
Apparently drug-seeking behavior is even crossing the inter-species barrier now!
There were so many bands there i thought it’d be hard to choose favorites, but Wombat In Combat took the prize for best Listening experience, best mosh pit, and of course coolest band name of all time!
Steph and I went with Lisa and a couple other of our peeps, here’s our crew on the ferry:
And Lisa, Steph and I moshing:
Its now 2 days later, and my body is still KILLING me from moshing too long/hard/whatever. Interesting story: the girl in the left in this photo kept egging me on to hit her harder and harder, then after the song i ran to the porta-potty to pee and she came in the door right after me and stuck her tongue down my throat!
A great time was had by all. And by the way, all the crusty-punks that are mysteriously missing from tompkins lately? Here they are!