Don't ask me why, I have a place in my heart for punks. You know, the real punks. Crusty outcasts with liberty spikes, black leather, studs, the whole deal ya know. Thing is I was never really a punk in that manner. I liked punk music, I went to punk shows, but you wouldn't have called me a punk. Heaven above, I wore dockers like every single
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