What can I say? We weren’t much more than a couple of young punks.

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• Bob was like that. A real asshole when it came to reading into things. He liked to wrap things up into neat little packages that implied the world.
• But this fall was going to be the fall alright. Bob and the rest of us had made a note to do absolutely nothing. We were going to waste our educated minds--we had no other way of fighting. As I said, there just weren't enough of us.
• Eddie wasn't an anarchist, he wasn't really even a punk. Eddie was into Women. But not in a macho jerky kinda way, right, he was a true romantic. He had his ass beat several times for being gay, which, he was not. Imagine: fag bashing without all the benefits.
• If looking the way we did in Utah was unusual, in the state of Wyoming (affectionately called the Cowboy State) we were fucking aliens.
• I like Sandy. Now Sandy has nothing to do with anarchy in general, she's just a beautiful, wonderful, funnny, witty, loving, sexy, tough-as-nails, little weird girl, and I absolutely adore her. I like Sandy a lot.
• Poseurs are people that look like punks, but they did it for fashion. And they were fools, they'd say, "Anarchy in the UK". See? Poseurs. What good is that to those of us in Utah, America? You don't live your life by lyrics.