I was walking yesterday and I see a guy riding a bike coming my direction. Nothing interesting... until he gets closer. He's riding a girls pink bike with a banana seat. I see he is wearing a white dress with large pink flowers on it. and black socks. with flip flops. and he's hairy. really hairy. but the kicker is this: instead of the regular bike helmet he's got on a WWI battle helmet (the space ship shaped ones).
He rides by the coffee shop and no one bats an eye. I hear someone yell "hi bob" and he waves back. The great thing? this is less weird than most stuff that goes on in my area.
We have a (crunchy) punk rock drum band, an african american biker gang, old school punk vespa club*, regular bikers, artists, transvestites/transsexuals, crack ho's, and tweekers. Everyone seems to get along (except for the tweekers who steal your farking hubcaps and sell them. asshats) and I think for the most part we are all pretty amused with each other. It's kind of a happy place.
Now, send a yuppie into the coffee shop??? THAT would get stares.
*crunchy punk rockers are the new school of punk. They are all vegan, have dreadlocks, live communally, wear all black, shower infrequently (if ever), piercings and tattoos are de rigeur. Their music tends to be kinda crappy and they all make out with and have sex with each other. They tend to be smelly and live with their dogs and obsess about how they are perceived ("man, we're being persecuted cause of how we live and how we look!" no, you're being asked to leave a bar because you smell and have no money and your dog just peed on the waitress.)
old school punks are smart, they shower, listen to cool music that has actual meaning and don't give two shits what anyone thinks of them.
Key difference? only one group ever announces that they're punk rock (thereby insuring that they will forever be not only NOT punk rock, but complete and total tools.)
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