Street passion...

Growing up, my dream job used to be one that will afford me the opportunity to dress like this to work; it still is.

I never admired necktie men; I thought it was the Rastaman in me, but I still don't.

I used to see the high-level ones as either greedy or miserly, and the rank and file as overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated stooges; I still do.

I never trusted their strategies, or as one worthy to be followed, no matter how cute; I still don't. But that's just me and my beliefs.