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Oct. 11th, 2003 09:43 pm
The importance of a good grin
I've just been down the road to get some beers, prior to an evening on the 'net, watching the footie out of the corner of my eye.
As usual, I'm wearing mostly black, occasionally accented by something metal and pointy. I put my long coat on, because it's cold, and frankly, because it's my fucking coat.
Halfway down the road I spot a gang of lads in shell suits and baseball caps shuffling down the road. I groan inwardly, knowing what's coming. Predictably, one of them leers across and says "Alright, Neo?" [1]. Now, instead of doing my usual, and just pretending I didn't hear, while his mates have a good giggle, I leered back, and grinned. I have two grins, one says "I'm happy, life is good", the other says "I'm considering what it might be like to feel your entrails in my hands". He stumbled back into his mates, who creased up laughing at him, and I walked away, with a swish.
I have Guinness. I have self-respect. I am happy.
[1] Why people do this I have no idea. It's not as if Neo actually owns a black leather coat. Morpheus does, and Trinity does, but Neo's more your 3/4 length wool type. It's doubly annoying because my own fascination for ankle-length, swishy leather has nothing to do with the Matrix. It's rooted very firmly in the gothic style of films like The Crow, thank you very much. *sigh*
As usual, I'm wearing mostly black, occasionally accented by something metal and pointy. I put my long coat on, because it's cold, and frankly, because it's my fucking coat.
Halfway down the road I spot a gang of lads in shell suits and baseball caps shuffling down the road. I groan inwardly, knowing what's coming. Predictably, one of them leers across and says "Alright, Neo?" [1]. Now, instead of doing my usual, and just pretending I didn't hear, while his mates have a good giggle, I leered back, and grinned. I have two grins, one says "I'm happy, life is good", the other says "I'm considering what it might be like to feel your entrails in my hands". He stumbled back into his mates, who creased up laughing at him, and I walked away, with a swish.
I have Guinness. I have self-respect. I am happy.
[1] Why people do this I have no idea. It's not as if Neo actually owns a black leather coat. Morpheus does, and Trinity does, but Neo's more your 3/4 length wool type. It's doubly annoying because my own fascination for ankle-length, swishy leather has nothing to do with the Matrix. It's rooted very firmly in the gothic style of films like The Crow, thank you very much. *sigh*