Nicholas blows smoke

"I don't like sun glasses."



"Is it that metal part on aviators that becomes discolored after..."



"None of them."



"Well I freckle around my eye lids if..."



"Fuck that. Man it's what's wrong with this city."



"Well I have this thing with umbrellas. I told you right? It's just......"



"Listen, dog. You can't see this person's eyes, right?" He said blowing a puff of smoke into the the air.



"Well it's to have a certain coolness, right? I got a pair of..."



"The shit is crazy. It's like this hiding, this 'I don't want to mistakenly brush up against a motherfucka with my eyes, and have to suddenly participate in this human thing', you know? Sun glasses reinforces this detachment is what I'm trying to say." He studied the tip of his cigar for a moment.

"It's just looking cool."

"It's more than that."

"You really believe that?"

"Ok in Miami it is for a persona. Maybe in most cases the person is not taking themselves serious as they don them. But here? Here in the business square it is to hide; it is to storm past people. It is to evacuate from your senses."

"Maybe. But what does smoking a $15 dollar cigar say?"



"What?"



"You went on with the clerk hoping that the ash would be as white as your shirt. You went on about that, down the sidewalk, and now you puff and continue to stare at it."



"This? This is a persona."

"Yeah."