SMOKE & MIRRORS

There was a time when I was younger that you were either a good kid or a hood. The hoods wore motorcycle jackets, slicked their hair back in a D.A., wore pegged pants and kept their shirt collars flipped up in the back. I wasn’t allowed to do any of those things because my mother thought that any or all would turn me into a hardened criminal. 
Instead, I wore button down shirts, chinos, had a crew cut and shop-lifted my way through school while the shopkeepers were busy keeping their eyes on the hoods. These days I wear a flag pin. 
What does that tell you?