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One week I'm a self-loathing alcoholic and the next I am as content as any nineteen year old boy should be. I come in from having a smoke at the arena where I work and this group of middle aged women are commenting on the clothes I have on. Considering I'm usually labelled as looking custy to have women say I look good, and they specifically said "balanced" is high praise. I was just wearing my black hat with black baggy jeans and a white button up but my white shoes tied it all together...I've never gave a second thought when putting on clothes so I guess I finally got something right...luckily they didn't see me the day before, cause I was wearing the exact same thing...see still custy. Oh and last night at Hayley's I felt so cool cause I'm usually the guy that nobody knows, so being one of like three people who knew Dante made me feel special...