At the end of the day, what can be said about a hipster club kid that hasn't been said. People will talk but let the first to walk a mile in Punch's sneakers throw the first stone at his glass houses. Let the big bad bitches of the wild wild west huff and puff and blow his illusions away but trust and believe that PUNCH will perceiver,Mr PUNCH will deliver and PUNCH will in the first person refer as he more or less prefers. an ounce of pretension is worth a pound of realness and to deal with punch is to feel the real, for his being is its own seal of approval which is neither desired or required by PUNCH. Yes, PUNCH dances to his own drummer and than some. They say he is a genius and they know he's a tard, and they don't know how he does or why he does but whatever, yes PUNCH is a riddle wrapped inside a conundrum, the way his mind works is one of Gods own private mysteries. Strange? maybe but after all, PUNCH is just a nickel in another pile of chump change!

Punch D