It was ordinary Friday night. Just got back from my ultra-underpaid job, on which I am often misunderstood and insulted because of my mohawk and beliefs. I drank ten beers and some cider and dragger my ass to bed so that I can get some rest before going out for a gig. Gig should be great! It’s a festival of all the P.C. mega-unknown D.I.Y. anarcho bands from my region. A lot of punks from around the country will show up! I have prepared a set of new patches for my jacket in order to be precise and understood in spreading my ideas tonight. Anyway, I got very drunk as soon as woke up. I was already late for the show. It’s supposed to begin at 11 but since we don’t have any respect for rotten fuckin’ capitalist timetables – I am sure I am not late at all.

 I was wrong! I was very late...the majority of the crowd was already bathing in the sea of puke and the last band for tonite was on the stage! They were awesome! They were so D.I.Y. that I even couldn’t find out their name! None of the band members was bothering with capitalist habits such as learning how to play. I was impressed with their totally correct views about animal rights in southeast Mongolia. And then it happened...I saw something moving thru the piles of puke in front of the stage. The “thing” somehow managed to stand up, and then I noticed that it was something human-like and it had some correct patches on the jacket sleeve. Then I noticed a pair of decent tits (not that I am sexist or something, hell no!) on it. It was female! She (I didn’t want to jump into conclusions, I waited to see the head...yes, it’s 100% she) came up to me and asked me what was my opinion about feminist issues in anarcho-syndicalist movement of Poland. I saw she was the one for me. I asked if I could touch her and kiss her (because I have respect for women and I am not some sexist who will try to be nice to women before asking for permission!). Answer was positive as fuck! We kissed and went out for a walk so that we can prolong our in-depth discussion and slag off some major labels. She said: ”I wanna go to your place”. I was horny I knew what she was up to! As soon as we got there she grabbed me and took me to my room. She didn’t waste a second! She turned the lights and started helping me with layout of my fanzine right away! Oh, I felt beautiful! We did it all night long, every single page, we even made some anti-McDonald’s leaflets too!

 We fell a sleep in 6:30 in the morning. Next day was our last day together. I walked her to a railway station. We made a plan about how she can get into train without paying ticket. I gave her a few copies of my zine for her distro (I told her she can give all the money to the ALF prisoners fond) and a warm wet kiss. I saw her waving me from the window. I was so sad and happy in the same time. I was in love so much that I haven’t noticed how badly I was beaten by a bunch of nazi skinheads on my way back home.