It is really weird sometimes to look back into your past. When I was 14 and 15, the group of people that we hung out with who were involved in Richmond Hardcore was completely different. The same attitude was there, just different faces. I was rereading the post below this one, about Think Ahead, and it sort of hit me that Ashton, Charles Efird and myself are essentially the only ones left. A crew about twenty deep has been reduced to three. Sure, others are still around in an orbital sense, but at United Blood it was only us few. Our lives have taken paths that I would have never considered at the age of fourteen. BRC, if you never heard of it, stood for Borda Reta Crew. The idea for this name came from the fact that at the time I had a foreign exchange student from Brazil living with me and borda reta is Portugese for straight edge. Man that crew was a wierd group. Every friday night, it was the Harton household basement. The older kids used the basement as their clubhouse as well and I think its safe to say they we were pretty much terrified of them. 
Life has gone from fights with the Russian’s at prep-sev, throwing fireworks at cars, driving through front yards (once we were 16), watching Ashton get his first kiss, friends hooking up with each others girlfriends and lunches with freeman friends when I was kicked out of school to living in a new region of the country and going to war in europe, we have come a pretty long way. We should all be dead by now.
How sweet is that picture of Ashton?
