Dylan the Punk

Let me bring you up to speed on things. I’m Dylan, the Punk Kid, and Mohawk . Call me whatever just don’t feel intimidated to come up and talk to me. I can be a chill person and I can also be an asshole, only to certain persons like cops and rednecks. So if your one of the two, don’t except a warm welcome out of me.Furthermore I live in a town infested by yuppies, hippies, rednecks, and me, aka Sebastopol. This town consist of roughly 7,000 people, a Safeway, a Rite-Aid, three Starbucks, one McDonalds, one Burger King, a Movie Theater, and eight Mexican restaurants. Its Capitalism at its finest, the American dream (Small Town America) you make what to call it, personally I think its fucking ridiculous. However there happens to be a huge quantity of narcotics that pass in and out of this small, but prosperous, village. So to some people this might sound like a chill town to spend their lives living here. I tell you that it is a living hell on Earth. If you have no money that equals no drugs, booze, food, and sometimes sex. The issue of money always plagues me and my friends, since we are so lazy. But unlike my friends who can get jobs but are lazy. I can't get a job because I am a punk. As well all the places of business are own by yuppies, (yuppies and punks don't mix.)