Suzie Tremors and the Barbarians of Speed
8 February 2024
If you weren’t there, you’ve got no idea. I can talk about it all you want, but there’s no way you can ever appreciate the madness, the messed up, drug-fuelled insanity of it all.
I can barely remember most of it. That’s what they said about the sixties, right? If you can remember it you weren’t there. And I was there, all right. I was right in the centre of it all, not like the centre of a hurricane, you know? The eye of the storm, it’s meant to be real calm in there, so I’ve heard.
But I’ve never been in the centre of a hurricane, so I don’t know about that. But in the centre of Suzie’s world, it was intense, it was insane, it was…
Shit, like I said, no matter how much I tell you how you’re never going to appreciate it, not fully, you want the stories, right? That’s what you’re here for.
That’s what we’re all here for.
Let’s start with Suzie then. You know what she looked like; this mean little girl with a permanent scowl on her face, she wasn’t pretty by any stretch of the imagination, right? And she knew that, she knew if she was going to make it in any way, she had to go full on mental, take on the system, tear the bastards down.
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