Frustrating. Just got back from the store. There were about 9 punks hanging out together in front, both men and women. I don’t blame them, when I was in my late teens I was a punk too.They were vagaully threatening and I was bit apprehensive about having go through them on my way out. One of the women looked me in the eye and smiled. It didn’t mean anything, for all I know she was thinking evil thoughts. Maybe she was just being friendly. Anyway, I got home and for some reason I’m a little bit depressed now. Oh well. In the grand scheme of things, a little depression is insignificant.
I was a young punk, too, and hung with an intimidating group of friends. For what it’s worth, if I smiled at you, I wasn’t thinking evil thoughts.