High & tight, you hippie! Straighten yourself up, man! Put on this suit and go get that job... the one in the office... surrender your wants and comfort for the illusion of security in a fluorescent lighted climate controlled existence, where you will get paid based upon the amount of hindquarters you can plant your lips on, and the dark secrets about your boss you suppress. Sip that scotch, get that raise!
Sorry, listening to Jello Biafra. Looks good dude. Better in purple though. IMHO.