Perhaps I'll leave this place. I've far horizons to explore. The world is wider than my feeble vision, and echoes can not see. I feel a calling to depart from the commonplace and usual. My perception has been dulled by repetition. And so I'll leave, take up my hopes, and travel far, to that waiting destination until existence again bores me. Then I'll leave once more.
American greasers hang out in the park. The greaser subculture began in the 1950s with the advent of rock and roll and era was comprised largely of rebellious, working-class youths obsessed with hot rods and music. The name greaser came from their greased-back hairstyle, which involved combing back hair with, wax, tonics or pomade.