"Hey bro, what did you just say!"
Before we could shake off our surprise, one of the guys wandering around approached us; his shirt was unbuttoned too, but his skin was checkered.
When I realized from the crookedness of the lines that he made this pattern with his own hands, I understood we had found one of the mobs we needed to kill.
"Who are you calling marginalized, man? Are you cursing at us?"
I guess it wasn't a very commonly used word back in those days, and the old-school fanboy who understood from 'taking a beating from life' that they were being talked about thought we said something bad.
"I was talking about the people excluded by the city folks while trying to adapt to life in the big city they just arrived in, finding meaning for themselves in arabesque songs!"
"Look, he's still cursing! I'll slice your face open, man!"
