Punk’s Not Dead

It was too good. 3 bedrooms with large yard above the college for $1695. We pulled onto the street and immediately pegged it as a “renter’s” street; junky yards and peeling paint. As it happened the place was empty, save for a handful of plastic chairs. We snooped around and found an open door. I can’t believe prop owners in this town get away with what they do. This ramshackle Ma & Pa Kettle compound was, as Sam would say, wretched. I really can’t begin to describe how ghetto the bathroom and kitchen were. The floors in most of the place were concrete. Bad vibes. The “yard” was overgrown with giant tree stumps every three feet. Tony and I were laughing as we were touring the place and joking about how it reminded us of a punk rock crash pad. That’s when we saw it. Painted over one of the interior doorways in black spray paint: “Punk’s Not Dead.” And to think all these years I thought it was.