here is the sign of the young idiot.
the haircut designating the sheep-like male-twerp with tickets on the self.
made even more popular through being sported by their dumb-cluck hero who can hit a ball, not the right note.
out in a restaurant today, many of the tabled crowd sporting this look, seated next to other, the tribe members toting their styled women who watch kim and family for fashion tips..

team swaggering goes without saying. the popular hairstyle which proclaims i am not a hipster.
the shaved sides, the tonsure on top extending down the back of the head, the product-flicked-up hairs on the tonsure reminding onlookers of the grebe or household rooster.

the tribe uniformly dressed, unless some sort of sport is involved, in which case another uniform is donned. safety in numbers, they all go to the same hairdresser.
the look incorporates some form of ear bling, but not too loud, in case they be too colourful. the clothes grey, off black, pale occasionally, white by only a tshirt. bomber jacket or jacket with hood. the potential for raising a hoodie not passed by.
jeans or pants worn sightly low on the hip. dressed up, a shirt tucked in but threatening to pop put of the belt. a certain look in the eye.

and what is it about that look which causes my lip to curl, and eyes narrow.