After one semester in college, Boy in Black has got his career all figured out. He announced it the other day.
"I've decided what I want to be. I'm going to get a doctorate in physics, and then be a hobo who hangs out on the street corner with a guitar."
"Yeah, I could see myself doing that. People would be saying to their kids, you need some help in Physics? Go see that hobo on the street corner. He's mad smart in physics."
As he talked, he was getting dressed so he could drive Skater Boy to the music store. He was wearing old pants patched with duct tape and his usual black t-shirt. Over this outfit, he pulled on a wrinkled flannel shirt, a shapeless black hoodie, and these pink fingerless mittens that he had taken from his sister. He hasn't shaved since September. His long uncombed hair hangs in his face, some of it tied back with a black bandana, which gives him sort of a disreputable pirate look. He's tall and dark, and the facial hair makes him look older than eighteen.
"See, I'm already halfway there."