Wow I really don't want to write about the Wild right now, but okay, let's give this a try. Lately I've been thinking about first wave New York City punk. I just finished reading Richard Hell's memoir, I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp, and started reading Patti Smith's M Train. There's a really great oral history of this scene, Please Kill Me, that I read when I was seventh grade, and it was really formative to my whole world view. It made me want my rock stars to be frustrated poets.
Wilderness Walk: Nihilism Edition
