Call them what you want: rookies, aspirants, baby biga, hairy youth, junior 'stachy, whatever. They don’t give a fuckin’ care what you call them.
And you wanna know why? 'Cause they’ve got balls my friend. I’m talking about corrones, guts. At young age one must know thyself first so he can walk around proudly exhibiting thy mustache.
Today is Friday and I’m in love with the World. The future looks bright to me. I see today the bigas from tomorrow.