Days without a shave, hair styled by gel. Sandals and old jeans, a style that seems too relaxed. A car that is over due for a wash and a devil may care attitude. Clothes lay piled in the corner of his home, they are sorted by layers that is a fact. Take out and beer are his food groups, it was cool when he was twenty. Now that he is pushing forty, its just kind of sad. Too wild to be tamed, always going to catch you later. Always up for a good time, but can never return the favor. An endangered species if there ever was one, the last of his generation. He is not really being hunted by anyone, he will just go by way of extinction.