When Johnny invited you along to a punk gig in a random field, you weren’t exactly sure of what to expect — booze, probably, drugs, maybe, and everything else? You’d have to wait for it.

“Ya ready, aye? I promise ya it’ll be great, and I’ll get ya back in one piece.”

He snickered under his breath, readjusting his patch covered jacket and crust pants — he really did look the part.

Music was already blasting from old speakers, with random bands playing after one another.