Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

The Cure DisintegrationAnd, as with all good things, we come to an end. My end with this particular column, at least. I’m hoping the future for Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying will unfold in an irregular but enthusiastic embracing by my fellow Jouptonians, and every now and again (or as often as anyone wants) a column pops up under this banner, no order to the choice of the four subjects necessary. As with everything on this site, write what moves you at the moment; if we see twelve drinking columns in a row, so be it! Nine crying posts? Good! For now though, let’s go into the final Cry.

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

a-clockwork-orangeThis is less overt, so bear with me.

In 1993, the Autumn as I transitioned into my Senior year in High School, I learned that a good friend of mine had killed a young girl in the forest preserves that surround the area where I grew up. This was insane, but what was more insane was the way this information came to me; out on bail for nearly a year, this friend had all of our group naively believing that he was innocent. I’ll spare you the whys and wherefores of our erroneous logic, and simply boil it down to the fact that we were young and trusting, and the deed had occurred after a party in the aforementioned forest preserves. A party where many of the shady A.F. people that hung around those woods were present. With all these variables, it seemed at the time that there was enough reasonable doubt for us to believe our friend had been framed.

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&King, and Crying

Gummo RabbitThis will be a quick one. And really, my usual go-to for a quick ‘crying’ song reference would be The Cure, pretty much anything they did in the Disintegration-era. I’m not taking that route today though (but I’m betting I will somewhere not too far off down the line – there’s at least one good ‘crying’ installment of this column that will center around juxtaposing Disintegration with James O’Barr’s The Crow). Instead, I’m taking this one at face value and going Orbison.

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

The Cure - Boys Don't CryAdmittedly, this one may be a little bit on the nose. How could I resist though?

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