I used to do it in highschool because all the old guys at the marina used to do it. It kept the back of your neck from getting fried out on the water and then a bunch of us just did it anyway. Now it seems like just totally tools do it. Maybe I looked like a total tool. who knows.
I came back to the thread today because recent events reminded me of it. My 72 year old step dad dropped dead Friday night. He was straight my definition of a real man. He was pretty much my hero. A real life cowboy, owned a ranch, had world championships in calf and team roping. Worked hard every day. He was an excavator, owned big trucks and but machines. Could build and fabricate anything you needed. he told my mom 3 weeks ago he was a dying man. Friday morning he got up, fed the horses, did their stalls, finished building his horse drawn sleigh he was working on for months, mowed the lawn and dropped dead on the front steps of their house. At 72 this man did more the day he died than most of us do in a weeks time. He was the last male role model alive that I aspired to be like. I feel like now I am drowning in a sea of faggotry