St. Petersburg.


Then and now.


I met some young punk kids in the park and they really wanted to take me to a place called Castle Hill. I imagined it would be something akin to the Moontower from Dazed and Confused for Russian punks and metal heads.


We journeyed all over town and stopped at a pellet gun range.


Castle Hill turned out to be nothing more than a head shop with spiked bracelets and Zeppelin posters. Cool, but not what I was hoping for. Maybe it’s telling of Russia’s current capitalist embrace that this store is the holy grail for young punks.


Still, many thanks to my gracious tour guides.


FTW.