drunk after a punk show

and still the best thing of my day is simple, a hug, drunken and enjoying the disfuction that is evident in the smell of adrenaline and sweet, punks reek of sweat, a girl was asking for a pipe so smoke some hash oil, there was an after party where was it 19th and adams or was it adler, who knows, I am drunk, and listening to a song entitled ghost-town of my brain....never much cared for punks I mean what's it all about being too drunk to fuck, wasted and nihilistic, now that's something to live for, I mean really, where's that going, guess for some of us that's where you have to be to realize there is somewhere else to go. Gotta admit the dance is the dance despite the occasional shove, cause what can you do but shove back, as expected. Had some pretty good beer, some Caldera Stout, and a Black Butte Porter, which is certianly a standard. Almost didn't go, distracted by conversation of nature, man, techn0logy, and how will the whole thing work out, and what it means to be a post modernist, to live with an idea of what is beyond the chaos reshaping every moment of our systematicly structured existance. Something the punk has no concept of.
To me punk is about the chaos without vision, without heart, but still its something real, there is a passion to it, something I can dance to, and when someone steps in my circle I shove back as expected, give back, is there love in that or what?