I may only be 23, but I'm old enough to realize the way a person dresses means pretty much nothing about that person. Hell, I'm a mechanical engineer at a globally renowned solar energy company, and everyday after work I jump out of my khakis, leather belt, dress shoes and collared shirt and throw on my semi-tight jeans, Van sneakers with skulls, way-too-small-with-funny-graphics band t-shirt and pink Since the Flood belt. If you think I look like a tool, so be it, I'm perfectly content with where I'm at in life.
First time was 2 Saturdays ago now. me and my buddy were ridding over to the burrito place to get food. We saw some scene kids in front of toys-r-us, and per my usual response to those goofy looking ****s I busted up laughing. one of them was all "come say that to my face" so I did and he hit me in the chin. I hoped off my bike and hit him in the face 3 or 4 times till he hit the ground, then I realized it was a Saturday at 12:30 and we were blocking traffic in the parking lot, so I probably shouldn't go actually beat the kid up. As I'm leaving the kid is on the ground trying to talk ****, I laugh at him and proceed to inform him how he just got pwned and there were to many people around for me to finish and I left.
THEN, yesterday I was at the mall and the kid was outside, I proceeded to laugh again, being that the kid still had a nice little shiner over a week later. He said something to the effect of "you wanna keep talking ****" so I walked up and asked if he wanted to get his ass kicked again, then he told me that him and his friends were ganna whop my ass. I rack the kid in the nose, and it starts bleeding (i don't think i broke it though, i didn't hit him all that hard) then his 3 friends proceed to back up and start leaving. Mall security rolled out and I jumped on my bike and cut. Fin dumb ass scene kids with there silly ass hair and makeup need to learn to keep there damn mouths shut.
someday... all the hipsters and scenesters are gonna look back on this the same way that everyone who was into that whole androgenous movement back in the 80's.... by drinking heavily and pretending it never happened.
My favorite memories of going to hardcore shows back in the day (mid-Late 90's you know, like way back right?) are all the songs about not stabbing people in the back, scene unity, fighting people who disrupt scene unity, being loyal, setting it off, respect, staying true to your roots, ....uhhhh still making sure not to stab anyone in the back, and more respect, hating people who disrespect and stab people in the back, and....uhhh hahahaha man this is ridiculous just typing all this out.
I need to find old pictures. Scene uniform: Hooded sweatshirt, cargo pants/shorts, running shoes. Jerseys. Windbreakers were popular too. Sometimes I'd rock the windbreaker over the hooded sweatshirt, but only during times of extreme hardcore.