Deathrocker at the FedEx
Eyebrowless freak works nightshift to sustain acute alcoholic lifestyle

I was the only one on the night shift at the FedEx shipping center in Pacoima that had shaved eyebrows, who dressed all in black and wore steel-toe Gripfast 20-hole leather boots.
If it wasn’t for my back-brace work belt, I would have been mistaken for a goth tweaker.
I was a deathrocker—which was something in between goth and punk—not goth enough for the velvety-Ann-Rice bunch, not punk enough for the stinky and crusty, septum-pierced, studded-leather-jacket-clad clan.
I got into punk, like most kids, in high school. Starting off wearing all the wrong band shirts, listening to all the wrong bands, dressing like a newbie poseur. But that was fine. Who starts off 100% correct on anything?
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