It’s SOMETHING, right? Plus, I tell off young punks
Originally published at spitkitten dot com. You can comment here or there.
Right?
As for the young punks, it’s so rare that one actually gets it together to say something awesome at the right moment that I want to celebrate and document my latest. So, I get approached my a group of young teenagers, obviously in town for an all ages show, donned in their finest mall punk rock garb (including new Doc Martens)* and demanded I give them money (”You have a job” they said. WTF?)**. Usually, I ignore demands for money, but one particularly PINK young girl with pink Manic Panic hair and a poofy pink skirt kind of stood in my way and kept demanding money.
So, I lost it, just a tad-and loudly replied:
“Get out of my way, Strawberry Shit Cake.”
She got out of my way.
*I, on the other hand, remember when I had to schlep to the post office to get IRCs and International money orders to get Docs from London (s0 O1d sk001)-but that’s not the point. The point is that I was, at that moment, wearing an outfit which, in entirety, cost less than a pair of Docs (thrift store, Payless shoes, and Old Navy. Ahhh, the life of a writer).
**They obviously had good, warm homes in high-tax school districts. When did panhandling become cool? How out of touch am I with the young folk?