When I was a kid, there were burnouts, and lots of ’em. You could find them around dumpsters, in alleys and sometimes in convenience store parking lost. They wore earth tones and smoked and didn’t seem to go in too much for grooming. They were mysterious.
When you called someone a burnout, it was an insult, but it was also an acknowledgement of their courage to cross the line, to be something that society at large clearly disdained.
Where are they now?
I have made a semi-concerted effort over the last month or so to look for them and THEY ARE NOWHERE.
They’re like the honeybees, only worse. They’ve completely disappeared.