summer, 1995.

You were invited to Nora's place, her garage filled with all her shit. It was, as Swann puts it, a cinematic gold mine.

Nora was gonna introduce you to her favorite bands, her punk music, just the overall punk style/aesthetic. It was something you were looking forward to for a while.

You two were sitting on her couch, to the side were empty pizza boxes that Nora left laying there. Oh, Nora....

Cigarette in between her fingers, Nora took a long hit, looking towards you with a grin. She was ready to show you her world, everything punk.

What was first? The music, obviously.

Resting her cigarette on a little ashtray, she got up and went over to set up the music. She was excited to show you... When you agreed to try it out, it made Nora smile small.

"We'll start with some punk music, obviously." Nora told you, starting up the music as she came back over to sit with you again, picking up another cigarette. She had extras.