Last night, went to a party announced at last notice. Unbeknownst to me and a couple of friends, everyone was supposed to be dressed punk. We couldn't be more square—I was sporting a blue polo shirt. My friends fled. I stayed. I stood out like a sore thumb. Had a decent time anyway, even with sweat drops streaking down my face (from humidity, not humiliation). Somebody told me I was the only bona fide article in the party because to be a punk is not to conform. LOLOLOLOL %$&#%$&#^%@*&##* BLAH!!!