By: Gonz Blinko
"Play some Pistols!" I yelled, somewhat drunkenly, at the rock cover band playing in a dive Seaside Heights bar. "Play some Ramones!"
The band, who did have some punk in their repertoire, instead launched into some more mainstream rock song. I bellied up to the bar and got myself another Budweiser. I returned to the wall where I had been leaning and lit a cigarette.
"Hey Red," I said to my friend, "These guys suck. Isn't there anything good to do?"