SLC Punk! Page #2

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Thank you for giving us

an hour ot your time.

Your mother and I tound this

to be rather important.

You finished high school.

Thank God.

And now it's your time to do good.

This rebellion thing

you're going through, I understand it.

Not completely,

but I respect it.

Now you should think about

what is right for you.

I mean, be free, darling, always.

Yeah. Be practical, Steve.

You got a chance to go to Harvard.

You've got me as an alumnus.

- That can't hurt.

- But only it it makes you happy.

Look, if you want to rebel there,

you can do it. I went to Woodstock.

Me and the guys had a lot ot fun.

We did our thing there.

We got behind some causes, though.

We tought tor some

very strong causes.

We ended, collectively,

we ended that goddamn war in 'Nam...

so that guys like you

could be tree.

There's all these possibilities

for you, Steven. Carry the torch now.

Okay? I can see by looking at you

that you're ready.

- I'm proud that you're an individual.

- Very proud.

So proud.

One thing.

This may not be easy to hear,

but the hair.

Maybe tone it down a bit.

The whole thing that you're doing.

In my day, it was long hair,

beatniks, paisley.

You know. That stuft.

Not like that kind of thing.

This whole thing you're doing...

this statement about

the American Indian...

I'm baftled.

And not just me.

A regular guy in the street's

gonna be baftled too.

And we're hip, we're cool.

It's just those guys on the east coast

are never gonna get it.

They're not gonna get this

in New York.

- Darling, we sound like our parents.

- Yeah.

- It's ditficult, dear.

- We just want to support you.

A hundred percent. Take the ball

and run with it. Make a difterence.

But always with love.

Remember that, Steven.

- Always with love.

- Oh, time out.

I just want to ask real quick,

it I can.

You believe in rebellion,

treedom and love, right?

- Absolutely. Yes.

- Rebellion, freedom, love.

You two are divorced,

so love tailed.

Two:
Mom, you're a New Ager, clinging to

any kind ot scrap ot eastern religion...

that may justify

why the above said love failed.

Three:
Dad, you're a slick,

corporate, preppy-ass lawyer.

I don't really have to say

anything else about you, do I?

Four:
You moved

from New York City...

the Mecca and hub of the cultural world,

to Utah... nowhere...

to change nothing...

more to perpetuate...

this cycle of money, greed,

fascism and triviality.

Your movement ot, by and for the people

got you nothing.

You just hide behind some lost sense

ot drugs, sex, rock and roll.

Ooh, Kumbaya.

I am the tuture.

I am the future of this great nation...

which you, Father,

so arrogantly saved this world tor.

Look. I have my own agenda.

Harvard, out.

University ot Utah, in.

I'm going to get a 4.0 in damage.

I love you guys.

Don't get me wrong.

It's all about this.

But for the tirst time

in my life, I'm 18...

and I can say, "F*** you!"

Steven, I didn't sell out, son.

I bought in.

Keep that in mind.

That kid is gonna make

one hell of a lawyer, huh?

Yeah, he takes atter his tather.

He's a son of a b*tch.

F*** you, dear.

And now, four years later,

I was a college graduate.

We did what we could to f*** things up,

but the system is strong...

and they were many

and we were still few.

But this fall

was gonna be the fall, all right.

Bob and the rest of us had made an oath

to do absolutely nothing.

We were gonna waste our educated minds.

We had no other way of fighting.

As I said,

there just weren't enough of us.

Sure, there was a lot more punks

than there was four years earlier...

but there was also as many posers.

Posers were people that looked like

punks, but they did it for fashion.

And they were fools.

They'd say, "Anarchy in the U.K."

You see? Posers.

"Anarchy in the U.K."

What the tuck's that?

What good is that to those ot us

in Utah, America?

It was a Sex Pistols thing, right? They

were trom England. They were British.

That's what they did. They were allowed

to go on about anarchy in the U.K.

You don't live your lite by lyrics.

I mean, that's all you ever heard

trom these trendy fucks.

Like, "Did you hear the new

Smiths album? It's f***in' territ."

Kids walking around Utah saying "terrif"

with a stupid old English twang.

See what I mean? What the f***'s up

with the England bullshit?

You know Jag? He's a tag.

I knew a girl who'd only have sex

with a guy if he had a f***ing accent.

Can you think ot anything

more ludicrous?

So every a**hole

in Salt Lake City...

and let me tell you, plenty ot a**holes

in this general region...

that wanted to do some ot this,

would get her drunk...

and put on some kind

ot stupid accent...

like, "Hey, mistress,

do you tancy a shag?"

And there she would...

tucking knees in the sky.

It was sad. It made me really sad.

Poor girl had no self-respect.

To me, England was nothing more

than a big American state...

like North Dakota or Canada.

You gotta look at me and say, "Hey,

why are you so mad?" And I'll tell you.

'Cause tor all the fawning that

went over the English bands in S.L. C...

those tuckin' English chaps

could only say sh*t about us Americans.

All we were to them

was a bunch ot hicks.

Well, you know what?

I'm not a f***in' hick!

I don't wear cowboy boots.

I hate the f***in' rodeo.

Horses smell like sh*t to me...

and I don't tuck anyone

in my own bloodline.

By detinition, I'm not a redneck,

and I ain't a f***in' hick.

Oh, the sun never sets

on the British empire.

Well, the sun never sets

on my a**hole!

Another thing that pissed me off,

talking about who started punk rock.

Was it Sex Pistols in England?

Was it the Ramones

and the Velvet Underground in New York?

Is it the Ramones?

Is it the Sex Pistols?

Who cares who started it?

It's music.

I don't know who started it,

and I don't give a tuck.

The one thing I do know

is that we did it harder...

goddamn it, we did it faster, and we

definitely did it with more love, baby!

You can't take that away from us.

Exhibit A.

It's my only exhibit,

really, but, you know what?

I think it's pretty tuckin' good.

F*** oft and die.

One of these days it's got to go

One of these days I'm comin' out slow

One of these days we'll all be bored

One of these days I'm comin' out strong

One of these days it's got to go

One of these days I'm comin' out strong

One of these days, yeah

It you were a tuckin' man,

you'd f*** me here!

I said it you were a f***in' man,

you'd tuck me here, right here, now!

F***ers.

Hey, wasn't she with you?

- Who?

- Um, Sandy.

Last week, dude.

We hung out, but nobody's anybody's.

Anyway, I got my eye on Trish.

Hey, where is Trish?

I have to talk to her.

She's setting up tor the after party

for the band.

Hey, isn't Trish,

like, 30-somethin'?

Yeah, dude.

She's f***in' smart as hell too.

I can listen to her talk tor,

like, hours.

Yeah. That's good tor you

'cause all she ever does is talk.

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