today i dug out this old vest i have. its pretty fuckin punk, with studs and obscure patches and its all black and old and torn. it used to make me feel so fuckin cool, i thought it was great. now, though, it just makes me feel stupid. it made me realize im truly over punk rock, at least as a culture. i think ill always love the music, but i think the scene is dead, if it was ever alive. maybe its the same, and ive changed. when i think about it, only about 4 or 5 of the hundreds of punk rockers ive met havent been posers. they were truly free from corporate influence and legal obedience. of course, they were homeless drug addicts, but thats besides the point. they were definitely legit punx. most of the ones ive known were whiny-ass, ignorant teenagers who didnt have jobs and lived with their parents, and constantly complained about how hard life is. they spent hundred of dollars on trendy stretch jeans, and practiced nihilistic affectations like picking fights and drinking all day. and dont get me started on people making up "punk" names and transforming into these personas, seemingly overnight.
dear god, i hope i wanst like these people i have in mind. but it seems likely i was.
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