Today’s meditation brought to you by Urbandictionary.com:
A guy walks up to me and asks ‘What’s Punk?’. So I kick over a garbage can and say ‘That’s punk!’. So he kicks over the garbage can and says ‘That’s Punk?’, and I say ‘No that’s trendy!”
In related news, today, this book-writing thing requires me to email a used record store in Chicago and ask when they opened, because I couldn’t remember if I started hanging around there in jr. high or high school. My job is fun sometimes.
(Answer: turns out they opened early enough for me to namecheck them in the section I had planned.)