Marilyn’s Vitamins - Post-Teenager
When I was a teenager, this band was on the top of the heap of the local punk scene. It’s been well over a decade since punk shows were virtually banned in the area. I’m really glad that I
grew up came of age when I did, because the entrepreneurial and social vitality of that punk scene continues to influence me to this very day.
“I hate this little street urchin. He’s always pan handling on Bloor St. playing his ukulele and singing in this high pitched, nasally screech voice. I took this photo and he was like, “You need to pay me $5 for taking the photo or I will sue you.” I told him I wasn’t gonna pay him shit. Plus, I’m not willing to give him any money because it’ll probably go towards the upkeep of the dumb blue highlights in his hair.”
- Page 26 of Journal #4 (April 14th, 2000 - December 19th, 2000)
I sometimes wonder about what kind of hustle this kid was running and what he’s doing these days. He’d have to be in his late teens or early twenties by now. I’d at least hope that he’s learn more than three songs in that time or at least moved on to legitimate busking.
Demanding money for photographs after the fact is the sort of low hustle that I’d expect from someone in the rabble downtown who’s friendly but has substance abuse problems, so it calls into question where a child would pick it up from.