…I was a stone-cold sticking-out-like-a-sore-thumb freak dressed in greaser style and listening to Eddie Cochran and Gene Vincent. But the metalheads couldn’t distinguish between punks and rockabillies—to them, we were all New Wave Faggots. One day while I was sitting on a public bus and looking like an extra from High School Confidential
, some metal kid who looked like Ozzy Osbourne spotted me the minute he got on the bus, walked straight back to me, and punched me square in the nose. We were both white, but to him I was still a tribal enemy.
