I’ve noticed a lot of young punked out looking teenaged boys out and about lately. I’m sure this would annoy the shit out of them but I just can’t help looking at little angry spikey-haired youths or pale, gothed out kids scowling at the IHOP without wanting to pinch their wan little cheeks and screech “you are soooo cuuuuute” worse than any grandmother. To me their little personal missions of angst are just PRECIOUS.

So when I was at the mall a few weeks ago I saw this cute little punk boy with his spikey black belt not doing its job holding up his jeans and I immediately thought of Sid Vicious. Then the kid looks at me and asks for spare change and I just shake my head. And yesterday on the way to the gym we were driving right in front of a grocery store and I saw a young guy with the cu-uutest little spikey ‘do sitting out front. I was probably smiling like a huge dork and my window was down. I noticed he was wearing a Ramones shirt then he asked me for change. I never have change it all goes in the giganto pickle jar when I get home so I said no. Then we slowly drove a few feet and I stuck my head and arm out the window and said “Gabba Gabba Hey though!”. We’re not sure if he understood what I said or not because apparently he just looked confused.

I’m not allowed to get an in-ground pool (debates are still going about the cheesiness of an above ground pool vs me being able to do laps). Cody’s convinced I would either attempt to seduce the teenaged boy we hired to clean it or I would empty it out and let a bunch of skater punks take over our back yard. Odds are much better I’d just annoy the shit out of them pinching their little badly shaven pale pimply cheeks and tweaking their little manic panic’ed spikes like some sad mother hen. “Aren’t your scary lip piercings the sweetest little widdle things you angry rebellious youth you?”