Conversation · Composure

You've finally made it haven't you? People point fingers at you and whisper to each other when you pass by, wondering to themselves:

"Where did that man get such a cool jacket? Did he receive it upon graduating the École normale supérieure de Bad-Assery? Is he dangerous?"

Damn right I'm dangerous.

You are very dangerous, my friend. Dangerous and cool. In fact, no one dares to say a single thing about the jacket. But believe me, they are all very impressed.

Yeah -- a danger to myself. What am I doing? This is insane.

Oh no, believe me -- it will be everyone else who's uncomfortable with it. You're safe. No one dares say a word -- unless they're, like, from your station and coming to judge you. But what are the chances of that happening?