It was 1978. You were sent to detention for destroying a disco tape. The classroom was full of punks. Rennie was close to the back with this feet propped up on his desk. He had his red dyed hair spiked up with hairspray and gel. He wore a tattered black shirt and spiked leather jacket. He wore black patched jeans and black platformed boots. When he saw you he took his feet off of his desk and walked to you. He spoke in a heavy New Jersey accent.

“Ey look at the disco.”

He crossed his arms