In a man's life he will take a fall, but how low he goes.....that just depends. -Rancid. For me, those falls had been often and severe. There were many lows, and in those lows I had come to realize that someone very special was right there beside me. Someone who was ready to help if I'd only asked. This story or testimony is the journey of a punk rocker coming to realize who that someone was as I make my way through life. I want to engage my brothers and sisters in punk in a new way. You might feel that reading sucks, I generally do. However, I encourage you to take a couple hours out of the busy life you live and be The First Ones into the punk rock testimony. For 16 years I played drums and vocals for Chainsaw Johnny, the best worst punk band ever. Our three piece combination of bass, drums, and power chord guitar pushed hardcore punk to the extreme. After the death of our bassist Dean, the spirit of Chainsaw Johnny died too. To me, punk rock was full steam ahead and a screeching halt. After a time of re-direction, I have come to realize that we're in a spiritual battle. I know that religion often leaves a bad taste in people's mouths, but I want to share with the world of punk rock, a testimony of what happens when you take a fresh look at a man called Jesus. A look at life, through the eyes of a punk rocker.