“It's a bummer to walk down St. Mark's in New York City and see all the 12-year-old punk kids dolled up in the shredded threads, patches ablaze, cocking total disdain for every sight and smell. It makes me feel old. Long copping out to the grim reality of commuting, college loans, bullshit office banter, and having to leave before the bar gets gonzo to go home, that manic-tipped sense of urgency is”
