"I think when I first get my license, I'll get something like a '98 Explorer," said the casually-clad 15-year-old. "Then, when I go to college, I'll get a real car."
That would be a Mercedes or BMW.
Worlds collide at the most randomly disjointed times. So it should really come as no surprise that in the midst of my rock-star afternoon, I'd encounter a slice of life a la soon-to-be-a-Brentwood-junior.
But instead of leaving me appalled at the wanton luxury at the hands of someone half my age, I practically beamed in my salon chair. It's so completely refreshing to stumble across someone -- anyone -- who doesn't hesitate to *be*.