I'm not certain how it started, it was somewhere in between watching Decline of Western Civilization, a shitty high school girlfriend that listened to shitty pop punk and seeing my first show. (NoMeansNo! How rad is that?) At some point I decided there were two main things for me in the foreseeable future: music and travelling with the occasional side activities of soccer and being an alcoholic. However, to understand this decision you must understand the few years preceding that.
Early in high school, I was a bit of a drifter in between groups, I never developed really close knit friendships, probably due to shitty friendships in my last year of elementary school. I was quite the loner, though I don't think I realized it at the time. Instead of hanging out with people after school, except the rare occasion, I would sit at home, on the computer and explore the world of music. It was my solace. By some grace of God, I ended up in the unholy, steaming cesspit of dirty street punk and 80's Oi!
At some point in my haggard high school career I decided that since I was failing all my subjects that I would drop out despite me having one of my first solid group of friends in ages. I got a job, turned into a soccer loving, angry, patriotic suedehead and from that point it was decided I would take my first trip by myself to Montreal, a three day bus ride from my hometown.