When I see people walk around with ripped jeans, holes in the knees, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I don't know if they are naive or just plain stupid. I can't imagine someone paying top dollar to buy rags and then wear them. It seems when celebrities are your Gods, you will follow them anywhere. When I was young, parents and grand-parents made sure their children were dressed properly, as best they could afford. They would be ashamed to see how their grand-kids have turned out. Step back and take a look - you're wearing rags.
It was a great story. Too bad the author had to resort to such vulgar language. The vulgarity in the banter was unnatural. You don't need it when the story is good. You have to stay away from this book if foul language offends you. Four stars instead of five.