I had no idea of what he was talking about, because at that time, punk was still just the magazine, the Ramones, Richard Hell, Johnny Thunders, Patti Smith, and the Dictators. There was only about a hundred people hanging out at CBGB’s. And half of those people were not punks, they were from the art world, inspired to come to the Bowery by the yuppie whine of David Byrne. The Dictators lived in the Bronx and hardly hung out. And it seemed like everyone but me and Joey was a junkie. So punk, the entire movement, seemed like our own little in-joke, and destined to stay that way.
