I was driving to work today after dropping my son off at school and saw, waiting at a bus stop, a mohawk straight out of the 80s. You know the one - with five big spikes as long as your elbow to your wrist sticking straight out of your skull. But instead of the billions of piercings that went with the hairstyle, this young man was wearing what I call the Vulcan earphone. Head to toe black clothes.
An interesting statement, but what is it that he's saying? I want a career in an off-brand video store? In an adult bookstore? Grease monkey in the punk part of town?
Sooner or later, everyone who achieves some level of maturity realizes that they need to conform a bit in order to fit in and have a job that actually makes them a living. The exceptions are far and few between. This young man is right on the cusp of that decision.
Sure would be interesting to be a fly on the wall of his life.