Punk wasn’t dead, but someone else was about to be if one more fucking person interrupted Ajax’s peace. All he wanted was maybe, Jesus, two minutes of quiet and listen to their music. Instead, people were staring at them constantly, coming up to him every twenty minutes, and some fucker over in the romance section was complaining about “these damn queers shoving their gay shit down our throats”

That last guy was about to get a platform boot shoved down his throat if he didn’t shut the fuck up.