Lunch is for Losers

There are only a handful of times through out the year that I am able to grow my hair out long enough to slick it back. My ill-advised hair style is often met with looks of repulsion, and I laugh, but ah, my smile is only skin deep. Inside there is another world going on, a hidden space that harbors illusions that I could pass for a Greaser or Gordon Gecko. Now I'm not entirely sure if SE Hinton knew what he was creating when he wrote of the world of Greasers and the Preps, or if he knew 23 year olds would one day try to look like Pony Boy or Tex. I'm absolutely sure, however, Charlie Sheen knew what he was doing all along. So did Mr. Douglas. If only I could find some horn rimmed glasses, I'd be ready agree that lunch is for losers.

So last night I took a few pictures, since I'm getting a hair cut soon. Only today, in the midst of the sobering sunlight, do I realize that a fake flower behind the ear was not part of the Greaser's attire. Also, I believe, Charlie Sheen didn't wear a womans leather jacket.

Again, what is wrong with me??