I met a man ragged, older, ***** in Union Square Park on a chilly Tuesday morning. He asked me to marry him I said No he sat he spoke I listened The city will strip you. he said It will make you the most naked version of yourself. O.K. And you can either clothe yourself in substance or clothe yourself in art. Both will leave you broke. Both will open your mind. But only one will make you happy, give you purpose. You're right And don't be ****** about it. You're too beautiful to be ******. Appreciate everything. I will.