No, I'm not cool enough to belong to that generation.
But when I'm wearing some skinny jeans and a leatherjacket, in those moments Richard Hell and Johnny Thunders are the ones who seems the most noble of kings to me.
Once and once again: You're all too kind! In real life I'm just full of pimples, my belly is covered with ribs and my voice is awfully nasal.
So this bad acne, skinny strange-talking boy just wants to say 'thank you' to y'all sometimes!