Punks with half-assed hair or just the word “exterminate” hand-written on their shirts need to know that the ex-skinhead with the facial tattoos and the completely perfect mohawk is the one that talks to the cop because he is the one that is running shit.
Assuming those are NOT dreads, this slobby runaway thing is really working for us. Especially the gross socks. It’s like Flashdance meets Virgin Suicides with a dash of Bumfights.