Krusty Krab 4/5 The Krusty Krab is a cute little place in the middle of fucking nowhere. I was honestly surprised to see people there, but I was soon to find out why. The squid-looking guy behind the counter has obviously been having a rough day. He didn’t even notice I was there. When I had finally gotten his attention, he put down his newspaper and slouched over the register. The phrase: “Welcome to the Krusty Krab, how can I take your order?” slowly meandered its way out of his mouth. I...

Art by Sasha Lerman Mohawks, studded leather jackets, and plaid, loud music on stage, smoking outside, moshing, initials carved into bathroom stalls. That’s what you can expect at a Punk show, though that only describes what happens on the surface. Wars across the ocean, a silent pact not to end the world, the warming earth, and presidential corruption. People gathered together, dressed to reflect their voice, partied to forget, fundraised, created zines to spread their words, and fought...