
I still remember the first time I saw him.
I was eating an early morning burrito and he was slurring his words in the back seat of his limousine.
He was deeply-tanned, a shade of rich orange-y brown that’s usually reserved for cow hides.
His hair was oily, his clothes slightly worn. I knew he smelt a little and I kind of liked it.
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Although I had no idea what this weirdly-tanned, slurry-worded man was saying, I was immediately curious about him.
This is him.
