Waiting at the airport can be a wonderful place to people watch. I present the Birthday Gansta:
White male, about 27, shaved head, sporting some black denim shorts that could possible by considered capris and a white T. He is rather excited as he takes breaks to puff his electric cigarettes in between his obnoxious comments and chatty activities with the other hopeful passengers. "It's my birthday," he says to invoke a sense of sympathy from his counterparts in the cold, blue & brown stripe carpeted terminal. No one even raises a brown in an attempt to avoid conversation, but he continues to leave his bag unattended and walks around making remarks to appear interesting to the others. "I've had two beers..." crickets chirp because once again no one cares, but some how his faded black, full arm tattoo of a man with horns and what appear to be bad dreadlocks seems more threatening. He sits.
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