Beside him, Trev was leaning against a vending machine, the top button of his striped Nautica polo done up tight against his throat. A jagged mullet trailed down his neck, dancing in the breeze whenever a train rattled past.
The afternoon was a blur of shadow-boxing the air and checking their reflections in the train windows. To the commuters, they were a menace, a blur of sportswear and Pig Latin. To Baz, this was just Tuesday. It was about the "steeze"—the look, the walk, the unearned confidence of being seventeen with nowhere to be.
: Notable for mullets, bum bags (cross-body bags), and heavily branded polos. What kind of Australian subculture Eshays and Adlays: Australia's answer to London's Roadmen Beside him, Trev was leaning against a vending
"Red hot," Trev hissed suddenly, eyes darting to the stairs.
Baz didn't look. He was focused on the ticket barriers. They were waiting for Damo, who was supposedly bringing "the goods"—which usually just meant a stolen crate of energy drinks or some half-baked plan to tag the back of the local Chemist Warehouse. To the commuters, they were a menace, a
: High-end sportswear like Nike, Nautica, and Sergio Tacchini. The Footwear : Specifically Nike Air Max Plus Go to product viewer dialog for this item. , commonly known as "TNs".
"Eshay, adlay," Trev muttered, nodding toward a group of suits walking toward the platform. "Check the gronks." : Notable for mullets, bum bags (cross-body bags),
The humid air at Mount Druitt station was thick with the smell of cheap cologne and burnt rubber. Baz adjusted his Nike TNs, the pristine white mesh reflecting the station’s flickering fluorescent lights. His bum bag was slung tight across his chest, holding a half-empty pack of smokes and a phone with a cracked screen that hadn’t stopped buzzing for twenty minutes.