“When I was still living at home, right, until age 15, and I think I had just turned 15 before I left. I forget now, but anyways, I told my mom I wanted to put soap in my hair. I wanted to put my hair up. You know, I saw the New-Agers and the Punks on TV, and I wanted to do something similar.

She said “no, and you can’t, and you shouldn’t”. She didn’t really give a reason, but she was pissy about it. She wouldn’t “allow me” between brackets, right?

And then when I left home, age 15, the first thing I did was I went to the hairdresser, and I told them because I wasn’t sure how to do it, right? So I went to a hairdresser and I said, this is what I want. This is what I want to do. I want to put soap in my hair. I want to put it up. But the way my coupe is now, my hair coupe is now, that’s not going to work.

And I go to my mom. I visit my mom. You know what she said: “ah, that looks nice.”

I’m like, you motherfucker. You motherfucker. You told me I couldn’t, I shouldn’t, and this and that. For no real reason, like it wasn’t that she was against punk or anything. She just didn’t give a reason and that pissed me off even more.

And this is what I’m trying to tell you. You gotta do you. You gotta be you. Even if it is hard, or maybe especially when it’s hard.
But only when you are comfortable with it –for yourself-. And I -know- you are comfortable with it for yourself. And that is the only reason to do or not do things, right?”