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Poser : I Just Wanna Look Cool
I stand on the sidewalk watching the teens stroll by. Some skate,while others walk with extremely petite and baby tee clad girls. Some are smoking cigerettes trying to look cool, trying to be older, and hoping to catch a buzz off a stupid menthol.
I just stand there, staring, pondering, wishing that I was that young and that ignorant. But the one thing that really goes through my mind is, "Where'd he get those phat baggy khakis?" I mean, damn, them kids are styling and I want to be chillin' with them. So whenever I get a chance to pull in a store that holds Jnco, Bullhead, 26 Red, Fresh Jive, Reactor, or whatever randomly cool brand name out, I'll be right there trying on a pair. And wouldn't you know it, if the same thing happens to me too, I'll be leaving that store empty handed, because some people just can't wear 32 inch bottoms.
The only hope I have, is to get out of the store with a slick looking shirt that is basically a non-matching striped t-shirt with some logo on the front, and costs me twenty-five damn dollars. What a rip. It sucks for people like me, who really want to dress like teenage skaters or ravers but don't necessarily feel that society will allow them. Afterall, aren't those clothes for the teens and not a 21 year old man, working at a huge computer corporation,or are they?
The only time it is acceptable is when you go out to dance clubs, but even that is regional. I live in Chapel Hill, NC where the only the fratboys and yuppies survive and get all the play. Our street kids sport the styles I want to be chillin in, but our shitty clubs sport the typical khaki / Levi jeans and anything from Abercrombie. What's a young lad supposed to do? He does whatever he can without getting too outrageous. Instead of busting out with the elephant leg jeans, I get some 20 inch bottom khakis and wear t-shirts with dull-ass colors. I don't go out to impress but I go out to be comfortable, and I do it well.
The funny thing about this all is, if I try to dress like my idols, the young skate rats / ravers, I get stared down by them because I look old and stupid, and to the frat boys and girls, it just ain't Kosher. So basically you gotta say f*ck it and do what you got to do. The whole point of this is, that ultra wide leg pants, some Pumas, and a raggedy polo is a dope style that our little brothers and sisters can kick. It is a style, I believe, that is underrated. I very rarely see magazines with their look sported in there, and I'm just bitchin' because I want to look just as cool as them. I am a victim of a yuppie society where looking nice makes all the impression and all the difference. Peace.
AMEET MEHTA just wants to dress cool so he can feel good about himself.