Local flavor

Spotted this afternoon while I was jogging: A gaunt man in his late 20's/early 30's, longish scraggly brown hair, tortured goatee, horn rimmed glasses, Greek fisherman's hat, flannel shirt, skinny jeans, enormous headphones, sitting on a park bench gnawing on the end of a superbly malodorous cigar about the diameter of a Tabasco bottle, watching a DVD on his laptop. I guess I'm not hip enough to get it.