SLC Punk! Page #3

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I see Stevo

is getting along tonight.

I gotta do somethin'.

So, Mark,

how are you doin', old man?

F***!

I'm not old, motherf***er.

Oh, no. I just... You know, I mean,

you're older than anyone else here.

It depends on how you look at it.

I'm young in my heart...

younger than any ot these sad souls

over there.

You know, Bob...

he's always looking tor pain.

That's why I don't understand

you Americans.

You're always looking tor pain.

Yeah, well, you know what?

It pains me to hear you say that, Mark.

It really does.

Hold these.

More pain you're looking for?

No, I have to go take care

ot something.

- Hey, that's Bob!

- What?

Yeah, Bob!

The police. What an untidy group

ot little tascists.

What do you expect

in a town ot God?

Mormons run the state, and that

is the state of things, I'm atraid.

Listen, poser.

Let me just explain this to you.

It was my instinct to react that way

because you punched my triend.

I'm the bouncer for the band.

It's my job.

Yes, but this is a punk show.

And mayhem and punk shows...

It's like peas and carrots.

It's common for a guy to jump on stage,

and then he jumps right otf again.

Look. I'm really sorry

about the beating...

and I hope the rest ot your stay

in America is more pleasant.

- You're under arrest, son.

- For selling pot?

- It's harmless, you know.

- No, the pot's tine.

However, this shirt happens to be

illegal in several states.

I see.

It should be a torn shirt, huh?

With a picture ot Ronald Reagan on it,

maybe with a bullet hole in his head?

- That would be more punk?

- Yeah. You're a good man, Mark.

We need more men like you

in America.

I rest easier

now that you say this.

- Eddie.

- Bobby.

- Hey. F*** you, man.

- Hey.

- Hey, you're that singer dude.

- Hey.

- So, what did you think? Good show?

- I'll never play this town again, mate.

It's too tame for you British types?

- No, it's too bleedin' violent.

- Thank you.

Come with me.

I've got something to show you.

So here's this band.

E.C.P., Extreme Corporal Punishment.

One ot the toughest,

most hard-core bands in the U.K.

Good band as well. They come to Salt

Lake City. They think it's too tough.

An 18-year-old punk beat the sh*t out ot

their bouncer. I rest my case on this.

In a country of lost souls...

rebellion comes hard...

but in a religiously oppressive city...

which half its population

isn't even ot that religion...

it comes like fire.

You're here to visit?

Yes. I think we're all excited

to see how he's doing.

Have you seen The Exorcist?

- Yeah.

- Did you like it?

Yeah. Is this dangerous?

Not clinically.

What does that mean?

- Jesus!

- Hey, Bob.

Are you alive?

I want a cigarette, man.

I want to get out of here.

Listen, buddy.

We've got good news.

They say today's gonna be

your last day.

- Today?

- Today.

Thank God!

These doctors can kiss my ass!

Knock it oft, tough guy,

or I'll give you another shot.

That woman f***ing hates me, man.

What's with the tape?

Don't tell me you're going poser on me,

you big loser.

No, dude. I'm going crazy, man.

How long have I been in here?

- Three weeks.

- Oh, my God!

- Anyone come visit you?

- No, no. Just you. Just you guys.

You did. I've been quarantined, man.

They named a disease atter me.

- You are a disease.

- Uh, what about your tather, Bob?

- What about my father?

- I just thought... He didn't...

Oh, no. He didn't come.

He's drunk, you know.

But I'm tree, huh? I'm tree.

You know, I loved the guy.

Now the fall of hate

could really get started.

The first order of business,

we threw a party at our apartment.

This is, like, the tirst party

of the tall, right?

The whole tribe's here.

Everyone's in the house.

Let me make introductions.

You remember Bob, ot course. He's...

Hey, stop tuckin' with that stereo!

He's also one ot the hosts.

It's his f***ing stereo.

And this... Oh, my God.

This is Trish.

She's, like, a Bohemian queen.

She is the goddess ot the scene.

Everybody really wants her.

Hey, come on.

Let's keep going.

Now stay close

'cause I don't know everyone here.

There's a lot of posers.

Oh, this kid, though.

This kid, he's not a tuckin' poser.

He's not a poser.

He looks like a total nerd, right?

This guy looks like a geek,

but his name's Mike.

He's one of the most hard-core guys

in the scene.

Well, watch what happens.

Stay where you are. I'll be right back.

This is great.

It's my favorite part.

You see what I mean?

Punk rock!

It's punk rock!

The party's in tull swing.

Let's continue.

Hey, Mark, how's it rollin'?

Rolling fine.

- Here. It's on me.

- For me?

But be careful.

That stutf can make you stupid.

F*** you!

More stupid than you already are.

Hey, this is Mark.

Now, Mark is not a punk rocker.

Why, he's nothing, really.

He's not even a peer.

But everybody knew him,

and all the tribes love him...

because he always had pot and acid.

What this crazy toreign tuck was doing

behind this Iron Curtain, I had no idea.

I don't think anyone in Utah

really knew...

but we did know that he was rich,

loaded with killer bud...

and completely out

of his f***in' mind.

Now, Mark was rich, but not because

he was a pusher, which he really wasn't.

He was independently wealthy.

His whole family died in a plane crash

over in Europe when he was five.

The thing was,

he liked to buy stuff and show it off.

His bank account bulged

from the insurance off the crash.

So you'd have to sit through

some bullshit if you wanted to score...

because the one thing about Mark,

he loved company.

This looks like a silver record,

but it's not a silver record.

It's a laser disc.

This one is a water bed.

But it's not a normal water bed,

because a normal one goes like this.

Lots of waves. Funny thing is,

this one doesn't have any waves.

Well, why didn't you just buy

a normal mattress...

that doesn't have waves?

This one doesn't have waves.

See, it also comes in silver, but

I bought black because it looks cooler.

- Yeah, but...

- This is the masterpiece.

It has one, two, three,

tour, tive, six, seven...

Seven settings

tor optimum comtort...

all ot which

I will gladly show you now.

It has this projector in the back.

Five thousand bucks. I mean,

you can buy a f***ing car for that.

This thing here

has a little platinum thing.

There's a movie on there.

And so it never,

never ever gets dirty.

I never buy records. I only buy CDs

'cause they sound much better.

- That's great.

- Hey, there's more.

- A lot more?

- Much more!

Wake up.

It was a character flaw, sure,

but we all have those.

This part didn't concern me.

The main problem with Mark...

was that he was intimidating,

and he had a tendency to snap.

He was always afraid

of getting ripped off...

yet at the same time, he ripped things

off without shame or guilt.

Chaos in man, although hopeful...

could also be, you know,

a little tiresome.

I had two bags ot grass

in this kitchen.

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