Complications ensue

I had a dream last night about a movie I was making, writing, directing, etc. After I woke up all I could remember were the dailies, really just one scene where my lead, a teenage boy who had come to town and gotten involved in a complicated plot that required a change of clothes and ended with him stuffing a sock into his pocket, where it dangled along his leg. The voiceover said:

The sock hanging from my pocket was a constant reminder that while the city may be hot enough for me I may not be cool enough for the city.