the cool dude

I pulled up behind a teenage guy at a red light. He was dressed head to toe in black with a wallet chain, a silver studded belt, and numerous gaudy rings on his pale fingers. His hair was perfectly spiked with enough product to support a large apartment building in an earthquake. He was the epitome of the Japanese cool guy.

And then he placed his foot on his bike petal, and I could see his sock. It too was black. That is, black dotted with lots of cute little white flowers with pink centers.