Punk Rock Will Never Die, Until Something

When There's People On The Other Side Of The Room Trying To Wipe Out Your Life And Things Are Stacked Against You, You Can Get Nervous.

If I Go Without Rock For Too Long, I Feel Depressed.

What I'm Getting At Is, You Know, If We Really Want To Get Serious About Helping All The People Living In The Street And Getting People Jobs, We Could Just Hire Half The People In The Country To Spy On The Other Half.

I Think One Of The Beauties So Far Of The So-called Spirit Of Seattle Is There Aren't Any Leaders, Pop Stars, Or Guru Figures That Everyone Else Is Falling In Line With And Following. No [nelson] Mandela, Havel, Or Subcomandante Ski Mask Riding In On A White Horse And Everybody Else Just Wanting To Follow Them To The Promised Land. We're Stitching It Together And Doing It Ourselves.

The Boyfriend Of The Student Music Teacher Came In: "hey, Kids, This Is A Real Air Force Pilot." I Asked Him Something To The Effect Of How It Felt To Be Dropping Bombs On Children In Vietnamese Villages. And It Got Very Icy In There All Of A Sudden, And Finally The Teacher Said, "oh, Well, Eric Reads A Lot Of Newspapers. Next Question."