(this is a short exert from the punk monkey's 1976 journal.  punk monkey named his journal "pug-bug" - we know it is sick, but what do you expect from a punk monkey?)

dear pug-bug,

today started out bad.  i found out that mao and zhou were both dead, my world was shaken.  a power struggle for leadership is going to take place  and i can see the pragmatists filling the void.  they started a nation wide purge of all maoists and the evil "gang of four," lead by mao's widow - chiang ching - was arrested.  this is hard, but... since i am not chinese, nor am i a communist - nor do i live in china, it has no bearing on my life - so..... i made plans to hang out with the guys at the "spud-lud disco" - dancing the night away - it's party time. of course the last time i went there, it was... well, just bad memories. but, i put the past behind me and went to disco down. i just hoped that my replacement hip would hold out the whole night - chinese iron. i went to pick phil and disco danny up at phil's mom's place where they shared the basement apartment. of course phil was ready but disco danny hadn't finished brushing his mane. finally they were ready and then, phil's mom made us eat about three dozen fish sticks. that could have been the reason the rest of the night was a little queasy. 

     so, off to the disco we went. at first it was good times. ladies, margaritas (virgin of course), and disco, the greatest dance music in the world. phil was gettin' his "groove on" with several young (and one old, -real old) ladies. he was hot. i was sitting by the dance floor just getting my nerve up to test out my hip and suddenly a very large woman, as if from the sky, fell onto my table, breaking it and spilling my virgin margarita all over my brand new pants. it was traumatizing to say the least. these were the best pants, not counting the pink and yellow polyester pants, with matching jacket and belt,  i save for special occasions, in the world. they were jeans but, they were the best jeans i had ever owned. plus, do you know how hard it is to find a pair of jeans size 6 waist and inseam 14? yeah, it's real hard. so they were special. special and ruined. this woman didn't even seem to care. 

she had a fork in her rear and it looked as if it were jammed in there real good. i got up, headed for the men's room and cleaned off my pants. i heard some noise and when i came out, there was chaos. utter chaos. everything that wasn't glued or nailed to the ground was being strewn about like trout at a fisherman's wharf. it was insanity. then, i saw the most disturbing thing that i had ever seen in my life. too disturbing to even tell you about, pug bug. let's just say that my hip was fine but, i will never look at cocktail shrimp in the same way ever again. it was to say the least, the most queasy i had ever felt. ever.

but, other then that my day was pretty much like any other day.  eating raw bugs, chasing parked cars and just enjoying life - it's great to be alive.  and i did learn a lesson tonight; don't sit at tables where large women can fall from the sky - no matter how close to the dance floor.

PuNk mOnKEy -