if you were part of "the scene" (okay, maybe there was more than one scene but they all bled into one another at one time or another~you just had to be there~life really is synchronous) behind the Zion curtain in the 1980s (and/or probably after~i wouldn't really know) in the center of it, or even dancing around the edges of it, you knew Sean Fightmaster. He was everywhere. He touched everyone's life. You couldn't miss him. I remember running into him in the middle of the day when i was looking for roommates and apartments (he made me laugh~my friend was a little frightened). I remember running into him in the middle of the evening at parties and at concerts. I remember running into him in the middle of the night when i was working late at The pizza joint, trying to get my homework done before the after-bar closing rush. I remember him from everywhere.
If you saw SLC Punk (that not-so-fictionalized movie) you saw a version of him (the guy that was always tripping on acid~but like i said that was only a version~but i guess even if you weren't there you were touched by a part of Sean). I know i was. His name was perfect, inside his tough outer shell he was a softie~and he stood up for his own. He was born to be a punk rocker.
Sean Travis Fightmaster 6/24/69 ~ 12/6/06 "You Are Loved"