I never got into punk or any music that required a lifestyle change. I was more in a John Cougar, Springsteen, Talking Heads sort of world growing up. I never understood "picking" a clique and then buying all of the music, clothes, and room decor that goes with it. I remember kids lining up at Merry-Go-Round and Chess King at the Malls to buy $400 leather pants, leather jackets, and then sewing cheap patches all over them to look like street urchins. In college, there was this one guy... he had a green mohawk, about fifty safety pins in his face, always had on black ripped up concert shirts, and he smelled like rotting potatoes. He was like the only punk on the entire campus. We would always reflect and wonder about the isolated "punk rocker" on campus. I was in a Physics class with him, and we were assigned to do a project together "Yeh me." It turns out the guy was a genius, when he wasn't stoned. I ran into him about twenty years ago at a Kinkos, and he is now a self-help guru, and does motivational speaking, sporting blonde hair wearing corduroy and ties. I see him every now and then on talk shows, talking about "unlocking potential." Ha ha.