Punk | Joey Ritchie (oioioi) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-07-22 08:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | punk |
Who: Punk (oioioi)
What: Status update, or Why Punk Has Been Unusually Silent.
Where: NYC.
When: Recently.
Warnings: None.
Punk had been quiet. It wasn't exactly characteristic for him; Punk was noise, movement and protest. And he had been doing what came naturally... but away from that crowded clusterfuck of immortals inside his city.
His disdain for old things had been pretty absolute until the weird whack-ass water bitch came on board. Not just on board, either, but to his fucking restaurant, which may as well have been his fucking rattrap. It'd been an irksome invasion of space at the beginning, but Joey was dismayed to find he enjoyed their sparring matches. Because, he figured, there was no commitment. No annoying little pricks clamoring for his attention, only to shit their pants in indignation when he finally looked their way.
Still, even the water bitch couldn't pin him down. Most of his time was spent with his crew of cookies at Masque, or out patrolling New York's endless series of concerts. (Which were often a great big cock-sucking disappointment, something Punk didn't hesitate to share with musicians and audiences alike. He wanted an uproar and they gave him satisfaction; they were working on it, okay?)
As far as his brethren the music-things went, Joey was more radio silent than not. Oh, sure, he cared. For a few of 'em. In his own poorly-phrased way. But they didn't need to hold each other's dicks and sing campfire songs, and he sure as hell wasn't interested in whatever Vic was crying over this time, or if Classic was still shacked up with the Hippie-bitch.
Besides, they made him feel old -- even the ones who were older than Punk himself, and he had no problem with getting resentful over that. His fan base, his punks did a good enough job of that on their own. Joey didn't want or need any help, thank you very fucking much.
So yeah, he was quiet. In obvious ways, the only ones other people paid attention to. He raged and roared and got piss drunk beyond their reach, gave the Internet his middle finger to instead carouse around the city and hang with men and women who might live longer than him. Or they might not. He wasn't known for being an especially benevolent god.