There's a bar on the outskirts that always has live rock shows, and it's usually frequented by the people from the outskirts. But the real reason I go to this bar is...you. I've had my eye on you since the day I first set foot in this bar, but apparently you're always surrounded by your "hardcore" friends. I'm not exactly from a poor neighborhood like you and your friends, but that's what I try to look like. Not just because the clothes, the music, and the place are cool, but because I like that lifestyle.