A few things about this experience kind of boggled my mind.
1. No helmet. We have helmets. He knows where they are. He knows that I have had a concussion from riding without a helmet. He still wears no helmet.
2. He's face down in an intersection, what's the first thing he does? Put his earphones back on.
3. He's wearing jeans rolled up to mid-ankle, Merrill sandals, a hot pink T Shirt with a silly graphic on the front of it. He's got scrapes oozing a little blood on both forearms. I ask him where he's going and he says "I'm going to apply for a job."
He's 19 years old, and I want him to figure out shit for himself as much as possible, but he's kind of driving me nuts. Things like wearing shoes and socks to job interviews for instance.