When I was in high school, we (the student body) referred to a particular group of students as “burnouts.” These were the guys and gals who wore the soiled jean and leather jackets and/or who were generally people the average student would avoid. They all smoked. Most of them did some sort of drug. A good portion of them held a sorry disposition. None of them were aware of their reputations though, which made the entire ordeal rather entertaining. They were the burnouts who hung out with themselves and we were the rest who hung out with ourselves. Two groups divided by starkly different cultures. Everyone ended up pretty decently though, so I’m guessing it was a kid thing – being all divvied up like that. As adults, we smile at one another and generally get along just fine.
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