When I was growing up, we were very poor. Whoever left the house in the morning first was the best dressed. We wore ragged clothes and long hair, and we were the but of jokes from the kids on the other side of the tracks. We were judged by them because of our appearance, but who were they? Was their opinon of me worth a cane hole in a cow turd?
Now, ragged clothes and long hair is chic. Born too soon, thats all.

I can't help but think that there are still some of you who mistakenly think that I judge people by their appearance. That is just not so. I size people up by talking to them. My remark about the kid with the spiked hair, frumpy clothes, face rings and vacant stare was a one shot deal. HYPERBOLE!! nothing more.