Street Punk(Love co-exist)

My Name is Jonhny, short for Junid.i look around.Kuching, no place like it, its unique like the people here.i am an outcast.everywhere i walk everybody would glance at me. they were looking at me as if i were a monster. i never did anything wrong but i knew just by the glances that they were talking bad about me. whisper of people passing by talking of my bad attitude, or that i probably have rob some store, or i was doing drugs, i can hear them all, but i just ignore them. i deafen my ear. this is what happens to me everyday of my life.

the glances can be the most dangerous weapon to ever be used, and the second most dangerous is bad impression. it was probably because of how i dress. i am a PUNK enthusiast.so to symbolize my interest i usually wear my PUNK getup. leather jacket with spike on the shoulder and the back, spiked bracelet, mohawk hair and combat boots. i walk around the city carrying my guitar, and a bag.

Kuching, Friday. my life changed forever. i was just coming back from a jamming session. the studio was on the second floor, i was walking down from the place. on the side walk, i passed a few shops, and a few people. they were glancing at me. then i passed this girl, she was wearing all white, i can smell her perfume from yards away. she saw me so i took my glance away from her. she smiled at me. i didn't know what to do. i never met with a girl like her before so i just walked past her. i was a bit nervous. so i just walked fster. then some guy was running in front of me and he knocked my shoulder. i wanted to retaliate but i wasn't in any mood to fight, especially in public.

the girl i saw earlier was still a few blocks away from where i was walking, she was buying something from a general store near the jamming studio. she was different, i can sense it. her glance, her smile, it wasn't like any other glance, and it wasn't those cynical smile too. her glance was more innocent and her smile was more sweet. i wasn't probably the one for her. a PUNK and an sweetheart will never be together, like a devil can never be with an angel.


suddenly, i could hear a scream, and a loud shouting for help. i turned to my back and i saw the girl sitting on the floor, while shouting for help. no one near her was helping her. she shouted that someone has snatched her handbag. no one cared, there was about a dozen guys there, but all they did was stared at her. i wasn't about to let such a thing happen. i ran as fast as i could to catch the snatch thief. i ran past her, and then the jamming studio. soon i was just a few inches away from the thief. but he provesto be a better runner than me, cause the moment he saw me behind him, he just dashed forward even faster. something was weighting me down, it was my guitar.

i made a one second thought. but i knew i would regret it later, but at hte time i wasn't thinking about anything. i jsut thought about her smile. i threw my guitar at the thief. he went down like a tree. the weight of my guitar was just unbearable to his head. i thought that he was dead. then a few moments later,a police car surrounded me.the police officer asked me to put my hands up. i couldn't do anything. i couldn't even explain. i was arrested for something that i didn't do.

i was in lock up with a few other felons. i didn't know what to do. the guy i threw down was also there, but was lying on the floor with a bandage wrapped on his head. he was conscious when he was put i here. he was still probably in pain. then the police officer that arrested me called my name. and asked me to step out of the cell. then he called another name, and the thief that i knocked down walked out.

we were asked to go in a straight line into a bright litted room. we were asked to stand in one straight vertical line facing a mirror.i knew this was the suspect room. the bloody thief was beside me. then out of nowhere this voice came, and told me to take a step forward. i was given number 7. so i slowly stepped forward. then the voice came again and told number 8 to move forward. after a few minutes the police officer came again to instruct us to get out. we were escorted back to the cell. an hour later, my name was called again. this time i was told that someone made a bail for me. i didn't know who it was, but i was thankful. the bail officer gave me a bag containing what was confiscated from me. my broken guitar. damn. i regretted throwing my guitar. there goes my two month payroll.

i walked slowly out of the station. my spiked mohawk hair was already down, cause i've been splashed with water by the other felons in the cell. i think he was drunk, at least untill i was finished with him(i beated him hard). i tried to fix my hair before i walked out of the station but it didn't work. i walked out with my hair down. it was almost dark in Kuching, Padang merdeka was as empty as ever, cars filled the street. but of course with the road to India Street closed, the whole road was even more crowded than before.

i walked around a bit, just before someone called my name. i thought it was the police officer again. but as i turned my head i saw the girl. she smiled at me. her smile was so sweet. she said something to me, i coudn't hear anything with all the blaring sound of cars and motorcycles beside us. i shrugged my head and she moved closer to me, reached her head near to mine, and whispered "Thank you,my hero" and gave me a kiss on the cheeks. i was blushing. she must have bailed me out. then we introduced ourselves formally to each other. her name is Layla. she held my arms softly and we walked together towards the open air foodcourt.