He woke up feeling different. He didn't know why, but he did. When he thought about it, he realized his style had been changing slightly over the past two months. The clothes he bought got more and more baggy. His speech became less and less formal and the amount of slang he used in a day increased tremendously. He felt urges to wear HUGE sunglasses (the Americans called them "stunna shades") day and night. He even started wearing a baseball cap, with the bill of the cap to the side and the hat tilted awkward on his head.
What's worse was his music choice. Loud, obnoxious, offending songs, if you can even call what the artists were doing "singing". It sounded more like they were talking, or chanting, to a beat. The songs were in English, so he could only understand a few words, but he liked them. Nobody else did. The older people stuck up their noses at him and his new disrespectful behavior. Everyone would ask what happened to him. He'd reply with a shrug and an occasional "Nuttin', dawgg."
He started calling his tennis team his "posse", but he rarely played seriously anymore and his coach never dared to scold him for it. This is your classic tale of good boys gone bad. And now, meet the new gangster behind curtain number one! Drum roll RENJI YANAGI!