So I go to the punk rock show and show and the two girls in front of me just hate each other. Girl #1: blonde, dressed in a denim skirt and a shapeless white t-shirt, has had two much to drink and insists on relentlessly jumping, punching the air, and shouting "Woooooooo!" Girl number two has black hair pulled back in a severe knot. She's thin, wearing librarian glasses and a red leather jacket.
Every time girl one does her thing, girl two gives tries to telepathically kill her by staring holes through her head. But girl one just keeps bouncing like a damned gummi bear. Girl two pushes past one, planting an gratuitous elbow to one's rib cage, but one only screams louder. Two turns around and lets lose a stream of obscenities that would inspire Carlin. One only smiles and says something inaudible. I'm sure it amounted to, "But I like bouncing and yelling 'Woo'! You should try it!"
Weird thing is, they're both over 40. Old, old kids.
Anyway, more of my thoughts on old punkers here.
[edited {and re-edited} to make sense]
