They played again the next year. They played on top of a coffin company flatbed. They had punk haircuts going on first, from Miguel who was a faggit. He payed for everything. Bob the DJ pussied out. Tumbleweed showed up and he took over the show. There was Ugly Eddie the drummer, and he fucked everything up. When the Ducky Boys got up the thing was almost over. The cops were all around the stage. They did "Bloody Sunday". It was in front of O'Beirne's Bar across the street, and that was great, man. Then they did "Hooked On Junk", and the cops pulled the plugs because it was too late. Fuck the cops. Fuck everything. Fuck the Ducky Boys, and fuck Turk. He left Brooklyn. I hope he's dead. ---anonymous