Me: I wish i could do that. I can do many things, but not this.
I remember that we found 100 dollars one summer.
You: Next to being a Punk ass, that's the only thing I've ever done.
So he (and his mates) dress and walk like wannabe gangstas, and do things like cross the road super-slow in front of your car forcing you to slow right down, because they know you aren't going to run them over. As they walk by they look at you sullenly.
Punkasses need to get the beatdown as soon as possible so they become plain punks.