""I thought I looked so fucking toughâ€: I attended a high school with a dress code. The most I could get away with was tucked in ruffled shirts or mimicking Cliff Burton on Fridays for a spell my senior year. Once I escaped to college I went a bit overboard with sartorial freedom. I’ll post an image after this of a good example of those years, but at the time my mirror spoke back to me with “Son, you’re a bruiser." In reality, I resembled what an out of touch wardrobe manager might throw together for a “punk†episode of “Who’s the Bossâ€. However, I still think studded fingerless gloves look awesome. Rather than trying for a point for point recreation of an ensemble from that era, I just drew how ridiculous I must have appeared to folks of any stripe, like Ed Begley Jr. playing drums for Funkadelic. No joke, I remember a guy in a fucking Depeche Mode jacket laughing at me when I went to a “Pigface†concert. He did have a real put together look though." -- Rob Jones
