"Hey, did you know I have a house in Marin?"

So I went out sketching in Union Square on Sunday. Grandpa Slick here thought he'd try and impress a girl that was likely in diapers when he was going through his 3rd divorce.

Just a note, after 45, a leather jacket looks like a desperate bid to cling to youth. The shine on the leather merely echoes the reflectivity of a growing forehead.

Let it go.