When I pull up to the curb at the local hangout and I get out of the car, I swing my leather jacket on shoulder, run my fingers through my hair and pull my shades down halfway across my eyes and look everybody and say nothing. And then the waitress comes up to me and asks me what I want, and I go, "coffee... black", and then she goes "that'll be $1.59," and I go, "you're the boss applesauce". And then Johnny and his goons come up to me and are all, "hey, well if it isn't this guy here" or whatever. And then I smoke a cigarette from a pack rolled up in my t-shirt and I go, something "yeah well, y'know." And sling my jacket over my shoulder and snap once in the air before I leave... I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS TRUE!