I sort of acquired a goth label when I started wearing leather, though it wasn't what I was after and I lacked most of the traits assorted with it (dyed black hair, make-up, melodrama, etc). I could see where it came from, but I didn't think much of goths because I saw my depressive streak as something to overcome rather than embrace. My stupidity was centered less around angsty poetry and more around not realizing what showing up to school in a leather miniskirt says to people. I learned quickly. :sweatdrop

In fashion styles I pioneered the trim cut jacket before disavowing all clothing and grooming to become closer to social harmony. My younger self, such a poser.

You can do that? I usually just get arrested.

I once fell asleep on a couch in the waiting room of a japanese brothel. I was subsequently awakened by some guy who I assume was a low level yakuza enforcer, after which I used the bathroom without asking, left and promptly threw up on their entrance mat.

Is that the kind of youthful foolishness we're after here, or did you want to hear about my experiments with salmon and mauve in oxford shirts?

Also, one more reference to leather or public nudity in this thread and I'm going to have to slap an NC-17 label on it.

It's not like I'm not already committing every other crime there is. I have an alphabetical list that I'm working down. I'm up to gross negligence.
It does help to be remarkably handsome.

Don't do that, man! There are Australians around! Do you want the Australian government to refuse NPF classification?


Also, shit, man, how did you come out of that one alive?

No, that counts, it's just that I've yet to have that kind of foible. Okay, well, I can tell you that much like alcohol and baking, alcohol and metal darts do not mix, although that one wasn't me.

EDIT: And now you've spoiled the punchline.

in this case NC-17 means Nobody Cares unless you're 17

And then only the wrong people care.

On that road, alcohol and the local hangout of the triad where people had been recentely murdered in the carpark for singing in the wrong language also don't mix.

I once kicked this dude in the face just because he was really tall and I wanted to see if I could do it.

(also he was not cool.)