Neighbor Diaries : Enter the Dragon

I think my neighbor should be a drag queen. No that's not right. My neighbor is a drag queen he just doesn't know it yet. Trust me. It's a hard assessment to make, to look at someone and see a drag queen screaming to come out. I want to speak to her and say "Hunty, why on earth are you under protective custody? Check ya email! Get yo life! Cause She can see you from two planets away Boo-Boo." In my Quad-Mariah-Tamar Language.

Young Dragon, at age 19. He has locks and a full Tom Sellick mustache.
His pants are a 24 waist or some skinny number and they flood. Set sail baby!
His shirts are over sized and hang almost to his knees.
His socks are white and his shoes are black, thank you Mr. Rogers'.
If you speak to him he mumbles hi and his body says don't see me.  He's timid.
Oh I see you girl. He had a hard time in high school. The strange and unusual make better adults.
 
Twirl, he would be gone with the wind fabulous. Will this caterpillar transform or am I watching a dud?

He's either Dragon or lone gun man in the mad real world.