The First Time She Saw Punks

The first time she saw punks was like being electrocuted, jolted out of her dead skin. Man at the factory called her into an office and gave her an official warning. She hacked off her hair, dyed the tufts with water colars and spiked them up with soap. Then she went back to look for the punks. Why not? She had nothing else going on. Even then, it wasn't as if she were really doing anything, taking the train, drinking, wandering around, drinking more, hoping for something to happen. That was all anyone was doing. It was what there was to do.