This neighborhood kid, 5 years older. He wore his headphones all the time. Sleeveless grey-hooded sweatshirt. He never even once looked at me or talked to me or smiled at me. Where is he now when we need him? He was right about the preps all along but by the time we got to high school Pony Boy or whatever his name was was already gone. Don’t even want to talk about my generation. Some of the kids are alright but honestly revolution was always unlikely. I kinda think that the punks will never unite.
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