Who are you

He sat in the mid-evil dark velvet upholstered high back chair serious and somber. Possibly 19 years of age the ruffian was dressed in a long sleeve black Marylin Manson shirt with studded bracelets wrapped around the cuffs near his wrists. He wore loose pitch black pants and dirty white canvas shoes with red laces and sketches of skulls covering the entirety of their surface. His glowing blonde hair owning a little wave and falling just past his shoulders was in stark contrast to his dark covering, deathly fascination, and the grizzly beard that covered the lower portion of his face. I must admit that the shiny blonde locks weren't the part of the picture that made me giggle as I sat next to this individual at a rock concert last evening. He was clearly trying to be someone dark and mysterious. His hair made the initial announcement that he was failing at his mission but the true giveaway, the thing that made me giggle and which inspired this blog was the bright purple bag of tropical fruit skittles that he sat gleefully munching on for the first 3 songs of the show. It just wasn't right. You can't be goth or dark or whatever you'd call it and and eat tropical skittles without abandon at a rock show. You just can't do it.