He walked down the street with what confidence he had. He’d never been a cocky bastard, but he wasn’t a push over either. Still, he got weird looks every once and a while. Something you learn to ignore, most of the time. He had an odd sense of style. Almost as if he was stuck in some strange 80s-inspired sitcom. Today he was sporting a windbreaker and skinny bleached jeans. Old converse hi tops worn so much that he could feel the pavement beneath his toes.