And then there was me. I decided I was going to sell punk rock themed cupcakes. On the hottest day of the year. In a sweaty, smelly, dirty warehouse. But I had already committed to the event, and had made the cupcakes the day before, so the deal was sealed.
Anyway, coming up with the concept for the cupcakes was a bit of a challenge. What does one put on a cupcake to make it punk rock? A piercing? That might not translate well, and leave folks confused as to what they’re eating. A punk dude/chic with spiky hair and a snarl? That’s going to take a lot of time per cupcake and require me to charge more for each and I highly doubted that punks looking for cheap goods would drop any serious loot on a fancy cupcake. I’m not quite sure how it came to me (possibly in a dream) but suddenly, the wheels were in motion, and the perfect punk cupcake popped into my head:
I sold them all but one, which I ate myself at the end of the event. Who says punk is dead. I’ll spit on them (like a real punk would).