I wish I could tell you that I was punk rock. I wish I could tell you I wore the right boots and shaved my head with the right razor and knew all the lyrics. Sadly, I cannot in clear conscience tell you this. The good news is they let me go to their concerts anyway, and Punk Planet even let Elizabeth Crane interview me, which was excellent fun.
(Damn. See what I mean? If you use phrases like 'excellent fun,' you cannot be punk rock no matter how bad you want it.)
November 24, 2006, 4:39 p.m.Categories: Interviews, Novellas, Short Stories
