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Show 47 living clean-no drags, no alcohol, no casual sex. He points out that the principles are consistent with Mormonism-and that just because he was Mormon didn't mean he couldn't be straight edge and vice versa. Straight edge gives him "a positive outlet more than one day a week." He uses the word "positive" a lot. Kylie summarizes Salt Lake City straight edge as "sexually repressed Mormon dudes substituting violence for getting no pussy." I know Kylie likes to smoke and sometimes drink, but I guess those two like each other enough that ideological differences aren't a problem. Jacob brings a lot of new zines or books about straight edge and hardcore over for her to read, and since Kylie isn't interested, I end up reading most of them. The wording in the zines is similar to that of the Boy Scout manual in that both suggest the most intense, vivid experience can only be had by a sober mind. After reading enough and asking enough questions, I asked Jacob if he could teach me to fight and he seemed excited about it. Me too. The first time we train, we make some space in Kylie's garage by moving the tiller, a tool box and some gas cans to the side. Kylie rolled her eyes when we told her the idea, but said we could use her garage in the afternoon while she did her homework. There's a dusty punching bag her dad never used in there. Jacob watches me punch the bag and gives me advice on balancing my stance. I am glad that he is training me, glad also that he isn't taking it too seriously and trying to make me do any one-handed push-ups or chase a chicken. After punching the bag for an hour and sparring with him for a little while, his |