From the Fire:

At the time of my punk youth, I was a "white-haired boy of eighteen years."Well, more precisely, very black-haired, hair under the shoulder and jeans clothes and a T-shirt - full of unisex :) With a moustache that barber barely touched. Then I came back from my birthday.
How can a punk get back from his birthday? Essentially, quite well "subshofe".. And in the barely engaged summer summers this miracle jumped on me and showed my genitalia. Probably, my young and alcoholic brain, thought that this was a new way of greeting such and it was quite fit into my informal unformal position :)
The perversion smelled and swallowed with an offended voice... And I realized the events only in the morning :)