Aw, rats.
All girls in punk bands circa 1989 had heroes, and she was one of mine. It started with a one-night stand when Petey told me after a show that I could come over and listen to an X-Ray Specs record (record!) at his place. I ditched the boy but kept the music. It was good, y’know?
Thank you for all of it, Poly.
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