Punk

Punk

In the city of angels, they grow up fast and the pavement is a cold magnet hungry for fresh new action.

A drunken hood puts on a horny show in the back of the bar. Two cops drop off a perp to the pen, then drop two loads all over the back of the squad car. While the thug turns punk real quick, in a bunk-rocking three-way.

It's Jim Steele Punk, where men are men and meat is meat. And the difference on the street is a thin blue line.