I am a 36 year old professional male with a family. I wear khakis and a polo shirt everyday for work but like he said in Fight Club...I am not my fucking khakis.I am a good father and husband and work hard for my family every day. I am also part hippie. My frustration stems from my inability to find a connect. Nobody trusts a bald 36 year old dude in khakis and a polo. I drop hints to people that smell like they just smoked in a small closet and nobody bites. When I stop hinting and become more blunt (pun intended) it makes them uncomfortable. This sux. I just wanna toke up, turn on the Penguin and smile after a hard days work. In a beach and college town finding chronic should not be this damn hard.