As most of you know, I have a few good straight guy friends who occasionally request that I accompany them on apparel shopping sprees. Today, Darren and I went downtown to purchase him an entirely new wardrobe. The boy needs it. I told him today, he looked like the Unabomber. Darren's a little touchy about his pristine new Acura, and as we're stuck at a light around Union Square, a 3-toothed hobo sticks half his body inside the car and asks for tuna.
Tuna? Yep. Tuna.
Darren would have shit his pants, were it not for his precious leather seats. We sped off and spent money, but the tuna hobo stays in my mind. Sure, he's nuts. And probably hungry. But what are the odds that we'd have some tuna? Does he ever have success with this? Does he ask for other foods? And what kind of tuna did he want? Are we talking seared Ahi or Star of the Sea?
PS. If you see a straight guy walking around like he was just made over by the Fab Five, that'd be Darren. I don't know how many high school math teachers walk around in Emmanuel Ungarro, but my boy looks fierce.
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