Stranded 70 Miles from Home

As a young man, I became quite enamoured with the punk rock scene. The raw energy of the music, combined with the outrageous fashions certainly epitomised the title of the genre new wave. I loved the music, but I lacked the chutzpah to wear the clothes. Or so I thought. One Saturday afternoon, my friend Rob and I were listening to a selection of punk singles on an old Dansette record player in my bedroom. Inspired by the get-ups of people depicted on the covers of those singles, we decided it was time to walk the walk. We set about dressing up as punks in preparation for a jaunt around local bars that evening. <a href="https://josephyossarian.medium.com/stranded-70-miles-from-home-a9c5c4134831">Visit Now</a>