Unsuspecting straight guys are the easiest to transform. The regular dudes at the gym, the jocks in class, all of them, they all have this lurking confidence and self-assurance inside of them just waiting to come out, all you have to do is wrench it out of them. And Shant, Shant was especially easy. All I had to do was look at him and I could already see his consciousness slipping away, almost as if he wanted this to happen. As soon as I had said the words it was over. A cocky grin waxed across his hard, well-defined face and he took off his shirt to reveal a massive, muscular, hairy dream of a body. He instinctively began to flex as his smile turned into something manic and deranged, “Holy fuck,” he said. “Goddamn, I’m hot as shit. Look at these biceps!” He flexed them and laughed, moving on to popping his broad muscle tits. Catching me salivating looking on at him, he shook his head, the magic settling all the way in. “You like what you see faggot?” He motioned to me. “Get on your knees and worship the body of a real man.” 

I was happy to oblige.


“So my son made it to a punk show. Its amazing, I used to go to these shows all the time back when I was alive. But dude, they were never this big. Never enough. If you come to this place, you are welcome. Here you will find the freaks, the nuts, the outsiders, and they arent just kids. All ages of weirdos are here. All of these people engaged, in what looks like meaningless chaos. But in this chaos, these people lose themselves. Look at Ross! Even he is no longer himself, he has forgotten himself. That is what I miss about life. All these people are engaged through the bands. And the bands have a contract with the people. They all, all of them, in this night, in this moment, don’t have a care in the world. They aren’t concerned with doomsday, money, jobs, relationships, abuse, bullies, rapists, murderers, whatever. They care about nothing. For now, they are immortal.” - Heroin Bob

Punk’s Dead: SLC Punk! 2 (2016) dir. James Merendino