Petrine TX



Our hearts in Texas. Our lives in Hell.

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I’ve got some cool gear coming out this season and next spring, so keep in touch.
(This is a picture that Samantha Bales took of me and my sister Adrienne at the Sammy Awards. One of the best nights ever.)

I’ve got some cool gear coming out this season and next spring, so keep in touch.

(This is a picture that Samantha Bales took of me and my sister Adrienne at the Sammy Awards. One of the best nights ever.)

I ran into my ol’ pal Paul Wall tonight. I haven’t seen the fool in years. Check out his Instagram account.

I ran into my ol’ pal Paul Wall tonight. I haven’t seen the fool in years. Check out his Instagram account.

I’ve been trying to put this skateboard out for years now, but always run into some sort of hurdle. In the mean time, I’ve been skating on it. I still suck.

I’ve been trying to put this skateboard out for years now, but always run into some sort of hurdle. In the mean time, I’ve been skating on it. I still suck.

My book got published in France. I’ll try to get some to Texas.

My book got published in France. I’ll try to get some to Texas.

Some friends reminded me of these concept panties from the archives. They can’t be released for legal reasons.

Some friends reminded me of these concept panties from the archives. They can’t be released for legal reasons.

I found some Four Barres/Bang Screw stickers and threw them in the webstore. Once these are gone, that’ll be the least of them.
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I found some Four Barres/Bang Screw stickers and threw them in the webstore. Once these are gone, that’ll be the least of them.

http://store.petrinetx.com/

Nobody has seen these pictures of Perfect Pussy at East Side Social Center late last year, aside from a few black and white copies in the last issue of Pansexual Cowboys. I didn’t know it at the time, but this would be my last time going to East Side Social Center. It would close down shortly after.

It was almost 10 years ago when I first went to the first incarnation of Sedition Books. I was 15 and it was October. It was on Washington Avenue before that part of town began being littered with townhomes, SUVs, flavored vodka, bars with dress codes, and drunk yuppies in white baseball caps itching for a fight. Washington Avenue used to be lined with shattered glass from broken bottles and car windows. It was a main street with a few known crackhouses, a small coffeeshop, two punk venues, and the Sedition Books Infoshop. The crackhouses, punk venues, and infoshop are gone now, but the coffeeshop would later be joined by a few others up and down the street.

Sedition Books was a place with zines, political books, free coffee, a computer with free internet that people mostly used to check MySpace, and was also a home to a few of the curators. I remember the lock on the front door was a 2x4 laid upon two brackets beside both sides of the door. Sedition would host readings, movies, shows, and community meetings. It would later be burned down by an arsonist.

Sedition Books was reopened on Old Spanish Trail for a small amount of time before moving to a storefront on Richmond across the street from Chapultepec. For some reason I remember that there might have been another temporary location off Main Street next to a speakeasy I used to work at downtown. The people in charge were constantly being voted in and voted out, stepping down, moving away, getting kicked out, not showing up to meetings. In other words, it was like any other infoshop. When Titus and Brianna decided to close their record store on Canal Street and move to South America, the lease was passed onto Sedition Books who changed their name to East Side Social Center.

I went there a lot. I read a lot of zines and donated a lot of merch there. I drank a lot of beer and met a lot of good people. I played a couple shows there and booked a couple shows there, too. I knew it would close down eventually because of the way it was run. Every time I would leave, I would make a mental list of improvements that should be made. Sometimes I thought about taking over the lease because the option had come up a few times. But I was never ready.