When I was young, some might have said I was self-destructive, filled with rage, and on the road to ruin.
Seriously. I was obsessed with A Clockwork Orange and Malcolm McDowell. I felt like a droog. Lacking much of a body, I dressed as a boy, with 28x32 Levis (back when that meant what it said), a tight white t-shirt and suspenders on occasions. I purchased a cane with a bronze duck head with which I did unspeakable damage to other people's property at the Claremont Colleges.
I was never caught. I took pic on left today. I love you Malcom. What happened to you bro?