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If you're going to reference my college years (JNCOs), let's at least make the rest of the outfit period-appropriate: nylon shirt with flame motif, and no hat--just six gallons of hair gel worked into about an inch of hair, with or without frosted tips.
Throw in a hemp necklace with a shark tooth accent in the Midwest, about as far from any actual sharks as it's possible to get in the US, for bonus points.
What can I say? I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.
I dunno, dude--she always kept me waiting.