Surf Nazi

There's a young guy in my Composition class. He wears a bright white chunk of bling in one ear that you can see across the room. And he is swathed daily in Hurley surf clothing, much as I am fairly regularly donning Triumph wear. So every time I'm in class, I'm torn between assuming he's a poser, and asking him where all the surf nazis hang their toes off here in the Chippewa Valley. Honestly, I don't want to know bad enough, and wondering if he is or isn't, is more fun than asking will be.

...Sometimes I think I'm not a very nice person.