It’s awesome how this guy is the king at Gavin Brown’s in Manhattan, then becomes a laughing stock if he goes to a smaller town like Philly, but then becomes one of the guys again if he gets as far as some tiny town like Teays Valley, West Virginia.
Who told punks they could wear shoes? You can’t spend two hours on your hair, three days on your vest, buy $100 bondage pants, and then slip into some comfy “trainers.” Without at least 12 holes you’re basically wearing a tuxedo and bare feet.
