Stevo — Characters

An open cardboard box lined with pink tissue and white padding holds a blank folded note tied with a ribbon. — Original artwork

Bob was like that. A real asshole when it came to reading into things. He liked to wrap things up into neat little packages that implied the world.

Stevo

A tiny green figure at the foot of a tall blue-grey cliff topped with a small white cloud. — Original artwork

But this fall was going to be the fall alright. Bob and the rest of us had made a note to do absolutely nothing. We were going to waste our educated minds–we had no other way of fighting. As I said, there just weren’t enough of us.

Stevo

Dad, you and I have got to work on your definition of good news.

Stevo

Eddie wasn't an anarchist, he wasn't really even a punk. Eddie was into Women. But not in a macho jerky kinda way, right, he was a true romantic. He had his ass beat several times for being gay, which, he was not. Imagine: fag bashing without all the benefits.

Stevo

A small green toy alien in a cowboy hat stands beside a cactus on a piece of tan fabric. — Original artwork

If looking the way we did in Utah was unusual, in the state of Wyoming (affectionately called the Cowboy State) we were fucking aliens.

Stevo

I like Sandy. Now Sandy has nothing to do with anarchy in general, she's just a beautiful, wonderful, funnny, witty, loving, sexy, tough-as-nails, little weird girl, and I absolutely adore her. I like Sandy a lot.

Stevo

Three glossy face-shaped masks in blue, silver and red, standing in a row. — Original artwork

Poseurs are people that look like punks, but they did it for fashion. And they were fools, they'd say, "Anarchy in the UK". See? Poseurs. What good is that to those of us in Utah, America? You don't live your life by lyrics.

Stevo

Painterly worn leather suitcase with a map tucked beside its latch and green travel items nearby. — Original artwork

See to me, England was nothing more than a big fuckin' American state, like North Dakota, or Canada.

Stevo

A smoking cigarette rests across a martini glass beside an ashtray and small leafy sprig in warm window light. — Original artwork

So Heroin Bob was named as such 'cause he was afraid of needles, but you know not just needles, the guy was afraid of drugs too. We couldn't even get him to take a damn asprin. He drank, and he smoked cigarettes, but that was it.

Stevo

A frayed plaid fabric patch is held by a large safety pin on a rust-streaked blue metal locker door. — Original artwork

To be an anarchist in Salt Lake City was certainly no easy task, especially in 1985. And having no money, no job, no plans for the future, the true anarchist position, was in itself a strenuous job.

Stevo

Stevo (To his father driving up on the street): You couln't afford me, old man.

Stevo

What can I say? We weren’t much more than a couple of young punks.

Stevo

A small house of dark tiles marked with card suits has cracked lower pieces and rubble beside an orange pencil. — Original artwork

What do you do when your foundation falls apart? I don't know. They don't teach you that in school.

Stevo

A gold-colored coin purse with a pink ribbon on a magenta velvet cushion. — Original artwork

You couldn't afford me, old man.

Stevo

A small wooden figure casts two shadows in opposite directions across cracked orange ground. — Original artwork

You see life is like that...we change, that's all. You see, the guy I am now, is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now, he'd beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts.

Stevo