A library free bin score, the supposed Summer Issue of the mag, and the only thing noteworthy was a hilarious article called Punk Like Them about punk kids migrating to the East Village to recreate a dead scene. When I was in college, I was around mad punks, and they became a great source of hilarity for me, because most of them are very out of touch with common sense realities, and it’s not their fault so much as the environment they were raised within. But even though they lack any real accepted common sense, they are full of supposedly common man-friendly idealism that they are so quick to throw at anybody and everybody. Yet with their rebellious plumage, they push away those they so philosophically have decided they identify or sympathize with. The shit is funny. Punks are best when they just drink a lot of cheap alcohol and fuck a bunch of punk chicks; otherwise they are useless unless you need a place to crash that’s good for stealing four or five good books for reading material when you bail out the next day.
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