I am standing in the Starbucks at Beverly and Robertson. I'm waiting for my coffee to be made. Two guys just walked in and they couldn't be any more punk. Or Rock n Roll. Or who knows. All I know is that they don't look "right", standing in here. They look like sell-outs because they came in to the "establishment". They both order their little wussy drinks and then are so damned polite to the girl who made it.
Which makes me wonder a few things:
A. Maybe they were faux punks.
B. Maybe they were both in a drug-induced schizophrenic episode which made them nice, "aka not punk".
C. Why hasn't anyone thought of a coffee shop for punks? Like Starbucks or Coffee Bean, but way fucking cooler.
D. In this day and age...
Where's a punk supposed to go?
I am sad.
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