Summer got on me for not blogging and for that, I'm sorry. She did say we would try, one of us at least, to blog once a day, so I'll take a stab at it. It's not that I don't have anything to say, I have like four other blogs (I'll pimp them in a moment) but this is the first blog that I don't focus on one subject and write about.
I had a run in yesterday with two kids, at my local gas station. Well, the gas station doesn't belong to me, but you get where I'm going. Anyway, I was pulling my wheelchair out of my trunk when I noticed them, both smoking a cigarette which was the first thing that I noticed, the second wasn't a big thing but they were goth, or at least dressed and looked the part.
I'm not one to throw out things like "goth kids are punks" because I was goth, I wore the black, had long hair, listened to metal, I get that. I didn't say anything, didn't give them a look, or anything. I went in, used the bathroom, grabbed a sandwich and came back out to my car.
This is when shit gets good.
So, I'm putting my chair back into my trunk when I hear the one kid smirk. I look over and they give me this look. I ignore it and go back to fighting my chair, it had gotten hook and was fighting against me.
I mumble "piece of crap" under my breath and I hear "Got a problem with us, man?"
I fight the urge to drop my chair in laughter but I ignore them, thinking they're speaking to someone else.
"You not hear me?"
I turn, to see the issue and they're standing at the corner, smoking, and I roll my eyes and finally get the chair in.
"You have a problem with us?"
"I heard you, but I was hoping you were talking to someone else."
"Why, you scared?"
I'm sorry, but I smirked.
"No, you guys remind me of myself."
I sounded old, my gawd, who have I become? My Father? Load the gun up and take me out back, I don't deserve that kind of pain.
"Whatever man."
"No, really, I use to get the whole wearing black pants, long sleeves, in 90 degree weather, the hair, you guys probably listen to mainstream metal, real rebels."
They started to ignore me. Perfect!
"You look all hard but then you go home and watch Fresh Prince of Belair and play Pokemon on your Game Boy DS and when no one is looking you switch from your Pantera to your Owl City play list."
They turn and give me a look of amazement. I was right.
"You've never heard a single song from outside the country that wasn't imported with a video game or on a television show. You buy black because you have no real fashion sense and for the record, Hot Topic is not punk rock on the grounds that nothing says punk rock like Hello Kitty."
They walk off, flicking their unfinished cigarette off the building, mumbling about how screwed up their lives are.
If you haven't figure it out yet, none of that crap ever happened.
Well, most of it didn't.
What did happen was, I was at the gas station when I was struggling with my chair when these two goth punk kids put down their cigarettes, came over and offered to help me with my chair.
That is counter culture, and that is what punk is really about and kudos to both of those guys. But, really, black? 96 degrees! DEWD! Wear some shorts!
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