Indiejames

"Rent was due, and Flea and I had about two hundred bucks each.
We had the option of scraping together enough money to pay another month's rent, or going out and buying some high-quality leather jackets. the absolutely de rigueur possession of every self-respecting punk. So we headed to Melrose Avenue, which was becoming a center for cool vintage clothing.
There was a guy from New York named Danny who had recently opened a small shop with a bunch of great vintage James Dean leather jackets.
Flea and I picked out the perfect leathers, but when we went to buy them, Danny's prices were astronomical, at least a hundred dollars more then we each had.
"Listen, I've got a hundred and fifty, and my friend here has a hundred and seventy, so why don't you just give us the jackets for that?" I suggested.
"Are you crazy? Get out of my shop," he yelled.
But having seen these jackets, we couldn't conceive of not owning them, so i came up with the idea of picketing the store. We made up some signs that said UNFAIR BUSINESS PRACTICES. DANNY IS A GREEDY MONSTER. I figured he be amused by the length we'd go to get these jackets. We started marching around in front of his store with our signs, and Danny came running out.
"What the fuck are you little punks doing" get out of here before i break these signs over your head," he screamed. I thought i detected a modicum of amusement in his voice, so i came up with another plan. We would stage a hunger strike in front of his store until he agreed to sell us our jackets. We went back and plunked down on the sidewalk. Danny ran out and confronted us, "What now?"
"It's a hunger strike. We're not moving or eating or drinking until you gave us those jackets," I said.
"Jesus christ you guys, how much do you have?" he said.
We finally had him, he took us inside and tried to steer us to some lower-priced leathers, but we held out and gave him all our money for the two fine jackets.


(JAG ÄR ETT FAN, JAG HAR BEVIS, FRÅGA CONNY.)