i am a crabby old fart. i grew up with real men, men who smoked pipe and cigars. men who were tought when needed and tender when warented. we still open doors for ladies, pull out chairs, yes ma'am to women.
i grew up in the midwest, lived in the south and now live in california because i fell in love with a california girl. i am nothing but a stranger in a strange land, hanging on to the things i treasure, my pipes, cigars, scotch, strait razors and my sense of honor.
the whole metrosexual thing just made me misrable, like i was lieing to myself. so now i am just me, take me the way i am or go away. i am much happier and so is everyone around me.
now if ya all will excuse me, i have a date with an el rey del mundo robusto larga that has been waiting 10 years for my attention, and later my peterson with a wee dram of scotch and bowl of an english blend.