I saw the cool man today. He had his hair all spiked up, and his walk was the fox trot and the rooster's strut combined. His look was gelled ice (Dentyne flavored) as he went past. His pace was in no hurry, but he managed, somehow, not to be slow. I envied his jaunt; but when I tried to mimic him, the step was unattainable. He was cold enough to freeze time, but warm enough to make the heart race. The crowd could not swallow his crown of spikes, nor his blind, dark gaze.

The best part about him was that he never looked back.

Junk. :) I went to the brea mall the other day, and saw a guy there.