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The New Punk Synopsis

 

Once upon a time . . . in the city of Detroit

 

In the heart of Detroit, America’s most neglected city, lies Desolation Row, an all-boys orphanage. Abandoned by society, the orphans of Desolation Row find hope and salvation in their leader, Teenage Wasteland, T.W. for short, a self-proclaimed anarchist. Through his stalwart leadership they do whatever is necessary to prevent adoption, putting faith in The Cause, creating their own whimsical world, sticking it to The Man, and resorting to revolution if all else fails. But with the arrival of a new recruit and the intrusion of a corrupt mayor, their world is about to be turned upside down. Can they overcome the odds, keep their autonomy intact, or is the city of Detroit just no place for a street fighting orphan? Comical and touching, The New Punk explores the age old question of where does an outsider fit in when they don’t fit in anywhere at all? The answer is Desolation Row.

 

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Praise for The New Punk

 

“The New Punk! Sounds too much like the New Deal to me and socialism makes me sick. Now don’t forget to vote Republican in the upcoming primaries and remember ‘you got a pal in Al.’”
—Albert Sharp, Mayor, city of Detroit

 

“Bleep-%$#@-bleep-&%$#@-bleep-bleep!”
—Potty Mouth, orphan, Desolation Row

 

“I don’t do much reading—none actually now that I think about it—but when I do read I prefer to do it with a fresh Mickey’s Malt Liquor. It looks cheap, tastes cheap, and is cheap, which is why I drink it. After four or five you won’t taste a thing. So try a Mickey’s, the cheap maker! It’s also the drink of choice in my new, upcoming movie—coming straight to a video store near you—Sherlock Homeless, the tale of a down-on-his-luck detective trying to solve the mystery of who killed the butler living in the cardboard mansion. With his sewer-dwelling sidekick, Ratson, the two embark—oh right, sorry . . . read The New Punk, I hear it’s good.”
—Tom Travolta, B-movie actor extraordinaire

 

“Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!”
—Big Mama, Head Supervisor, Desolation Row

 

“You have a 99.99—repeating of course—percent chance of enjoying The New Punk.”
—The Wiz, orphan, Desolation Row

 

“Reading The New Punk is like digging through the dumpster and finding a half-filled bottle of the good stuff.”
—Stinky Pete, vagrant, city of Detroit

 

“The New Punk filled in me the hole of never actually meeting my father.”
—Bob Lennon, musician, illegitimate son of Bob Dylan or John Lennon

 

“I eat The New Punk for breakfast!”
—Sergeant Breakfast, Triad of Terror member

 

“You don’t need a pair of binoculars to see that The New Punk is good.”
—Ray Charles, orphan, Desolation Row

 

“The New Punk, now I can dig that!”
—Brown Sugar Man, mysterious street musician, city of Detroit

 


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