BOREDOM BURNS A MINOR THREAT

By James Hanna Garvin

14 Jan 26

2:13AM

Philadelphia

It's well after 2AM. I should be asleep but these days my body says no. I guess it's falling apart,

though was it ever together? Fuck it. Just a vessel anyway.

It's after 2, I have work in the morning and I'm tired, maybe getting sick. I could hit the roach on

the shelf next to me. Put in earbuds and let someone whisper me to sleep...but I'd probably get

distracted with short form content.

Short form content. What did they do to my little punk rock? Instead I'm thinking about Minor

Threat.

What do I know about the history that you don't? Probably nothing. We all know the lore. We all

know Ian and Henry worked at that ice cream parlor together. Or was it a pet shop? Cricket

sundae, bannana split tongue lizard. Ian has said a lot. It's become an old joke, his face popping

up in every documentary. I'd like to have a beer with him.

It's all about how you deal with boredom. We will suck oil relentlessly from the crust of the earth

to press it into little figurines all because feeling the passage of time burns your skin a bit. We

hate boredom. It creeps, relentless too. The things we use to stave it off become encumbered in

it. It crawls across like invasive moss. Corruption. Do we listen to Boston? Do we listen to Kiss?

The Melvins love Kiss. Rock n roll is dumb. Henry loves Boston. Rock n roll is stupid. I love rock

n roll. How black is my heart? Not enough.

Even drugs become tiresome. Watching a parent fart through a bloated hangover day is

nobody's party rock. Did Ian ever try mescaline? I haven't bothered. When drugs are plastic toys

and Boston and bloated parents, I can see how they just become part of the boredom. Some

salve on the skin while time keeps burning your wick as you lose more wax each day.

We all know what Ian said about straight edge. It's just a song, an idea. He hates the

movement. We know this. Let each one choose. Imagine you're a child and you're bored and

you're sick of all the bloat and Reagan is president, fascism is brewing, and you just wanna get

your frustration out. You got some things to say, but it doesn't seem all that important, not even

to you. And there's not enough time. Cram it in quick. Short form content. What did they do to

my rock n roll?But what would you do without boredom? Those old fascists, these new fascists, they're trying

to make us find out. Boredom is a luxury. We work more hours for less pay. Women are shot in

the streets by masked federal agents and you have to go to work tomorrow. Kids have credit

card debt. Short form content. Keep your eyes glazed, your heart fluttering, your time filled.

Everybody is doing speed. The government loves speed. Keep the workforce wired and

desperate, and then toss em in the heart attack bin. A minor threat? No threat at all.

I must try to sleep. I have to be at the Lice Cream Parlor in the morning. This week is already

filled up. I only hope I can find enough boredom in the over scheduled wreckage to create a little

something. Time fucking burns. But that's good for you. Hold your boredom close, don't let them

take it away. Find your unscheduled time. Be a minor threat.

2:50AM

James Hanna Garvin