There was about six or seven of us.

We drank

Ate

Played music

Traveled

With each other.

We were tough.

Going nowhere in life… fast!

Drinking till we passed out

Causing fights

Getting arrested or hassled by police.

People were frightened of us.

Mostly our looks.

We wore hooded sweatshirts with patches and badges

Of various bands we enjoyed.

We wore spiked bracelets

And heavy boots,

Our hair was colored and mohawked

We didn’t bath

Or shave

Mostly we sat around drinking

And listening to music

But when things got tough

You always knew

That every one else would be there to have your fucking back.

In a world where you can trust no one, that meant a great deal.

All we really had was each other.

We were all

Castaways

Bums

Losers

We’d all been beaten down

By our parents,

And the rest of the world

Love, money, happiness

None of it fucking mattered

And Goddamn it

It wasn’t about the clothes or the hair…

It was about living life the way we wanted against the teachings of popular beliefs!