you're one of them arent you?

"do i know you from somewhere?" or "you look familiar, were you at that _____ show that____did at____?"

Look around motherfucker! we all look familiar, the reason we're all sitting on the same porch is the fact that we're all presumably into this type of music. mohawk and a septum peircing and boots, oh you've seen me before? wow, real shocker there!
yea, i think we've met before dark rimmed glasses, died black hair, tight pants, "I Object" t-shirt and converse shoes. Actually I'm sure we have, you can stop talking now.
see that girl, i think i know her from the last show i went to, wanna know why? cause she looks like EVERY OTHER tattoo shop workin, rollerderby lovin, "punker-than-you" boyfriend having girl ever! (and i guarantee she's a bitch)

and while im on a roll, KIDS, stop saying stupid stuff in front of your elders! cause im a kid, but im smarter than you. And yet, people will assume im there WITH YOU. so stop calling people posers, stop declaring what is or isnt punk rock! oh, and PLEASE STOP feeling the need to drop the name of every guy you know in richmond, and every god-awful band you saw at some fuckers house. you're 17, you live in Mclean, you drove here in the 20-some odd-thousand dollar car your parents bought you, i know, cause i saw it. Don't blow cigarette smoke, in the guy from Coke Bust's face. not because he'll kick your ass, but because im trying to actually talk with him(as opposed to talking AT him, or trying to give him clever nicknames like "tubby","big guy" or any variations on the words "captain" ,"boobies", "dingle berry", and "punk"), and i dont want him to walk away seeing as he's my current source of historical/statistical information.

So basically, no you dont know me. please stop talking. yes, everything you dont like is "gay" and everything you do like is totally PuNx RaWk.

I hate playing with kids my own age.