06/25/08
Text: Scott Indrisek
This recent New York feature by Alex Morris should be required reading for anyone who thinks that urban packs of faux-punk teens, with their preened Mohawks and flea-bitten dogs and cardboard signs begging for beer money, might actually be clear signs of an impending apocalypse. Morris hung out with a few of the adolescent true-believers who descend on St. Mark’s Place every summer to puke, fight, pass out, sniff glue and get awful tattoos. How awful, you might ask? Well, 18-year old Suvy sports an anarchy tat, an inverted cross, and “ACAB inked between his knuckles. All. Cops. Are. Bastards.” He hates yuppies, likes to piss on the floor of the nearby Dunkin Donut’s, and wants “to die young. Once I hit like 30, I want to start being really self-destructive and just see what happens.” Uncle Sid Vicious would be so proud.
It’s always wrong to laugh at people who are too dumb to know better, but fuck it: this is car-crash journalism at its finest. Read on for more on these human cartoons getting busted for weed, traveling to a lame-ass show in Bushwick, and delineating the fine difference between Mall Punks and real punks.
“Punk Like Them”: New York Magazine
