We were political guys in way and it was a crazy political time: the Vietnam war was going on and Marty and I were very angry about that. New York was in bad straights. The streets were pretty much crumbling and no one was doing anything about it, although I thought it was great time because we ruled the streets. But it was an anger thing, a political thing. Plus, we were starving our asses off. Basically, just two angry young men and we were letting it all come out.

(Igloo mag)

Or just mad youngin’s