I've grown tired of what people are telling me is punk. Evidentally if you dress in all black and mope around all the time you are punk. You also have to pierce yourself a lot and pretend you don't like things the rest of society likes. Cry me a river. That to me isn't punk at all. I'm so punk it's hard to believe. I walk out of my house most mornings in a baby blue leisure suit, burger king crown and sperry topsiders. I then ride a big wheel to work that I've modified to fit my growth. I ride my big wheel on the interstate with people honking at me. Do I care? No, because I'm what punk is really about. Punk is about doing something no one else does, not wearing black makeup. Punk is walking through a drive thru and ordering some rancid sauerkraut in an ice cream cone. When they tell you they don't have it, you scream like a banshee into their speaker until the worker's ears bleed. When the manager comes out, you start quacking like a duck and running windsprints. That my friends is punk.
I've grown tired of what people are telling me is punk. Evidentally if you dress in all black and mope around all the time you are punk. You also have to pierce yourself a lot and pretend you don't like things the rest of society likes. Cry me a river. That to me isn't punk at all. I'm so punk it's hard to believe. I walk out of my house most mornings in a baby blue leisure suit, burger king crown and sperry topsiders. I then ride a big wheel to work that I've modified to fit my growth. I ride my big wheel on the interstate with people honking at me. Do I care? No, because I'm what punk is really about. Punk is about doing something no one else does, not wearing black makeup. Punk is walking through a drive thru and ordering some rancid sauerkraut in an ice cream cone. When they tell you they don't have it, you scream like a banshee into their speaker until the worker's ears bleed. When the manager comes out, you start quacking like a duck and running windsprints. That my friends is punk.