All the young dudes

He lives in the cool part of town and wears a vintage military jacket and a carefully mismatched hat.
In his messenger bag, he carries heavily annotated copies of Camus and Sartre which he displays on cafe tables.
He smokes Gitanes.
He has a top-knot and a beard.
On his left forearm he has the words "Think for yourself" tattooed in cursive script. His right arm contains a series of Chinese characters.
He has a notebook in which he makes notes for his novel.
He writes haiku.
For fuck's sake.
He is the archetypal twenty-two year old.
He is thirty-eight.