February 14, 2007 § 4 Comments
A day spent feeling alternately disgruntled and libidinous. In other words, punk rock energy. I should put punk rock in quotes. “Punk rock.” On second thought, fuck it.
I watched The Filth and the Fury the other night, and was reminded of the teenage crush I had on Johnny Rotten. My friend Pam, by contrast, had a crush on Sid Vicious, which I thought was completely ridiculous. A bimbo in a leather jacket, I insisted, and he couldn’t play bass worth shit. Pam didn’t seem to mind.
No, Johnny was the punk for me. Clever. Opinionated. Relentlessly verbal. A prat, to be sure, but an interesting prat. I suppose I’ve been doomed to interesting
prats men ever since.
Not long after our debate, Pam got pregnant and dropped out of school. I wanted to slap her for being so stupid; instead, I smiled weakly and wished her well. Nine months later, a little pink card arrived in the mail, and then Pam vanished into her new life.
I bet Johnny Rotten would have used a condom.