Already met him.
A street-walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm, more RICH PUNK$ (metaphorically, not literally), colorful youth, Ralph Steadman, and other straight girls with dykey haircuts.
Who I'd NOT like to meet:
Kids who think they need to be illiterate, fail out of school and eat their own vomit to be punk rock. Kids who downloads shitty old bands from god knows what country off of SoulSeek and pretend to like to them for hardcore points. Punxxx that act and look just like every other mohawk-sporting half-retarded glue-huffing unoriginal disco-ball-jacketed weirdo. Teenagers who rue the day they were born because they're upset that they weren't conceived in the '70s. Live for today, not 30 years ago. This goes without saying, but no kids looking to expand their endless repertoire of Myspace friends. Grow up! If you fit into any aforementioned categories, DONT WASTE MY TIME.