Bill gave Jared a weird look.
“Whoa–what’s up with that?”, he asked, pointing to the notch shaved into Jared’s left eyebrow.
“Oh, this? I’m kickin’ it old skool style, yo.”
“Oh. OK, then. Later, J.” Bill headed back to his desk, glancing back at Jared every few steps.
Jared knew it was a dumb thing to say, but he figured that explanation was better than the truth: That he’d had a little mishap with the eyebrow trimmer attachment on his hair clippers.
And as for the lines shaved into the side of his head, the sprayed pompadour hair with bleached stripe, and the American flag design sequin-festooned jacket and matching Hammer pants? Well, Jared figured if “I’m kickin’ it old skool style, yo” was the story he was going with, he might as well go all in.