Alsergrund Jungs Keep It Real!

Von der Franz Josefs Bahnhof zum ghetto Billa. Von Alibi beim Kerzenlicht zu Hundertwasser’s mistbrenner. The Man always said: It’s all good in the ‘hood!

Back in the day, we didn’t know about this, but we knew that das Schmutz was in our nostrils and Frau Lippert’s tyranny would never end.

Step to the 1090. Alserground always comes correct.

Wir wunderen uns auf Peter and his whereabouts. Wo ist er? Lebt er noch? Did he O.D. I’ll never forget his friends and the foosball. They schooled us. They asked us if we liked heroin and smoked hash out of glass pipes. The only one who had ever been to America had been to Miami. She had white girl dreads and heroin-chic as her flag.

“How did you like Miami?” asked Jason.

She dribbled her tongue out over her lower lip in mock dog panting—as any Germanic human who has ever been to Miami does when they think of their trip to Miami.

“Too hot.”

Die Junge of Alsergrund Stellt Sich Vor

Alsergrund represent!

Step aside, we’re running things