Of all the subsets of punk the most universally reviled, yet generally least understood, is the crust punk. This fairly modern development is most aesthetically related to the late 70s-early 80s Peace Punk movement but can trace its philosophical genealogy at least as far back as the mids to hobos. You've seen 'em because they're in every city and, seemingly, most college towns. Of course, not all crusties—and I'm using this term with added elasticity here—travel, and even those that do will stop for a while. Like any society they're held together by a loose sense of identity and values but also run the gamut between desperation and privilege, education and ignorance, supremely skilled and utterly useless, and total scumbags and total sweethearts.