The only way you can get away from talking to a million different douche bags these days is to become so rough looking that they don’t want to talk to you. So, as they put on their all over print hoodie, I will put on my olive drab army parka. They match their socks to their shirts, I put on socks where my toes poke through. They wear shoes that look like a bowl of Fruit Loops, and I will wear the same emulsion stained slip ons that are no longer truly functional as footwear. So I say to you Mr. Tragically hip, good day and when your “kickz” are out of style maybe I will buy them and use them instead of road flares.