You may be able to make out the wispy little sideburns, but what you can't see in this picture is the Amy Winehouse-style eye makeup.
In this picture to the left, you'll see the saggy-pantsed, tattooed slacker in his natural habitat. I stole this picture right before one of them yelled out, "Dude, we totally got to get back to this area of town, like, tonight."
And the other one, even louder (remember that louder means righter?) yelled, "'Yo, Vicki, we got lost on the bus.' Heh huh huh huh." And then they both laughed just like Beavis and Butthead. The sad thing was that the one directly across from me gave me one of those reverse nods, as if he were trying to make up for his demeanor. The kind of gesture where you lift your chin towards someone that can easily be misinterpreted as an aggressive action. I just stared at him, which would have had more of an impact, had I not been wearing my mirrored sunglasses. Again, a great excuse for not engaging with someone on transit. I can always feign that I was examining something else or had my eyes closed, and no one would know the difference.
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