I feel like a real toughy in this outfit.  You know like fire someone at will, drink a martini, talk about some obscure modern artist, and generally be too cool for anyone to stand all at the same time.  In actuality, these pictures are of me standing in the middle of the street in an undeveloped sub-division in suburban Southern California on a Sunday afternoon.  Not a martini or an artist in sight.  Boring, but a good hair day none the less.