My Bro Is A Punkrocker Now
My brother left home a few years before I did. Somehow I must have realised the importance of the moment beacuse I took some photo’s with my Nikkormat.
After years of bickering, like brothers do, we had made peace and became friends. My older brother was my guide into Punkrock and New Wave, we went to concerts together and he gave me an idea how bourgeois-punks, like ourselves, should dress. So it certainly saddened me to see him go. But it also gave me more breathing space and freedom in the house and prepared me for my own departure.
Here’s to brothers!
One more photo in the comments.