Whatever Happened to G.G Allin?

So here I was. Wednesday. Undeniably, Wednesday was the worst day of the week. It was right in the middle, with two days on either side. I naturally hated symmetry, it made me nervous. To spend a whole 24 hours symmetrical was almost to much for me.
I had woken up with an extreme desire to stay asleep, and me being one for always following my heart, I did. School wasn't that important, I mean, you get twelve years to finish it, right? I spent most of the morning subconsciously staring at the Sid Vicious poster by my bed. You know something amusing about Sid Vicious? He was named after a hamster. That's right, Johnny Rotten had a pet hamster named Sid the Vicious. I suppose that he believed the name was to good to be wasted on a crazy,wild haired little beast and gave it to another crazy, wild haired little beast...except that the latter could play the bass and stand up-right...most of the time.
That's what made me rather depressed this morning, after a brief train of thought. Where had these days gone? Now I could go up to any kid wearing a black shirt and ask them what they knew about punk rock. They would instantly reply the obvious...Sex Pistols, Ramones. Maybe even some vomitrocious boy band like Blink 182 or Good Charlotte that called themselves "Pop Punk". But probe any further and I would be met with confused stares..."What about G.G. Allin?" I would ask "The Weirdos? Siouxsie Sioux? GBH? The Germs? Blatz, Filth? The Plugz? Richard Hell and the Voidoids? Black Flag? Or newer stuff, like Anti-Flag?" It was no use. Punk to kids these days was just something sold at Hot Topic. Curse the mall.