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Crustypunks: "Fuck the police, I got it tattooed on my arm, ha ha."
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. Fuck the police, I got it tattooed on my arm, ha ha.". Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010. It's Called A Party. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crustypunks: "And the cops ended up giving us a hundred and fifty bucks."
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. And the cops ended up giving us a hundred and fifty bucks.". Just turned eighteen and I was working at Panera Bread. Hated my life. Drink beer work, drink beer work. Some train kids came into my town. Got me drunk. And they were like, "you wanna ride the trains? Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010. It's Called A Party. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crustypunks: "I just like find bones along the tracks."
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. I just like find bones along the tracks.". I've gone through a lot of pairs of stockings. I've had these maybe three months now. I usually go through like maybe five pair a year. Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010. It's Called A Party. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crustypunks: "Everybody's fucking robots, everywhere I go there's fucking robots."
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. Everybody's fucking robots, everywhere I go there's fucking robots.". I've just been traveling, around traveling around. I just want to see all fifty states and all the capitals so I can get the fuck out of this country and never come back. Fucking hate it here. Everybody's fucking robots, everywhere I go there's fucking robots. I swear to God. Have you been to Times Square lately? Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010. It's Called A Party.
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Crustypunks: "I don't know what these cops are doing. Fucking assholes."
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. I don't know what these cops are doing. Fucking assholes.". I got a hundred dollars from Denzel Washington in Venice Beach, California. In my first month traveling. It was really cool. Like the day before these kids jumped me. Kicked me in my face. Took all my money. So that sucks man. Actually he was really cool. Pounded knuckles with him and stuff. Talk for like five or ten minutes. He was really nice. Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010. It's Called A Party.
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Crustypunks: "I have no desire to do anything ever."
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. I have no desire to do anything ever.". I hit the road when i was seventeen, after a book I read called Evasion. It really inspired me to go on the road and see what's out there. I was hooked on the free life, living on the road. Meeting new people. Exploring new places. After that its been kinda non stop of west coast to east coast, east coast to west coast. Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010. It's Called A Party. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crustypunks: "We're all poor, white trash squatters, scum fucks, losers, throwaway kids."
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. We're all poor, white trash squatters, scum fucks, losers, throwaway kids.". I'm on the way to the hospital right now. I did a back flip off the stage during a Mischief Brew set. I'm pretty sure I have a pretty bad concussion. Maybe a fractured finger. I'm feeling kinda fucked up right now. Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010. It's Called A Party. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crustypunks: "When it comes to the concept of modesty, fuck modesty!"
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Photographs by Steven Hirsch. When it comes to the concept of modesty, fuck modesty! You know I don't have a house. I don't want a house. I see no reason to have to pay three hundred thousand dollars or more for the rest of your fucking life for four walls and a roof. I got a sleeping bag, a tent and a dog and I'm probably warmer and happier in that then you are in your comfy house with your tv. There are two dogs killing each other at the moment in the dog park. Crusty Row, Tompkins Square Park, 2010.
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Courthouse Confessions: "They have a vision of a white Harlem…"
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In Their Own Words. They have a vision of a white Harlem…". They want to dismiss things. It's too late now. But now, I'm here to turn myself in for something simple. The prosecutor on the, I think it was the 6th of March, she said "the charge is vending without a license." I produced the license to the judge, and the prosecutor, and my lawyer. She said "I want to give him 10 days." And, the judge was, like, "for what? Why do I have blond hair? You never saw a black blond before? It's Called A Party.