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by DNA Concept_Archive
I had one close friend whose crew embraced and discarded punk ideologies in incredibly rapid succession. One minute they're flirting with white power nonsense (before I knew them), the next minute they're self-styled oi, then refashioning themselves as apolitical skaters with enormous pants, then it's on to various straight edge bandwagons. They'd write "FxSxUx" ("fuck shit up", of course, an acronym not incidentally bolstered by Florida State merchandise) and "go vegetarian!" on any handy surface.
My pal was the Krishna of the bunch. Our hanging out consisted of driving around as he chainsmoked Camels (a sorely regretted vice for which he berated himself), and when we were dancing at all-ages "alternative night" events (ah, 1990) he'd ostentatiously pray and chant in the middle of the crowd as other people flipped their bangs and lamely pogoed to the Cure.
The summer ends and we drifted apart; I saw him nine months later at a rave, decked out from head to toe in baggy Carhartt gear, his pupils wide with acid.