I look from side to side at the gathering I have “stumbled” upon. Sure, I was walking aimlessly through The Parc, ****ed at the latest hand I’d been dealt…Yet in the back of my mind there was that man, that trenchcoat. I couldn’t put a finger on who or what it was, but I’d couldn’t damn well shake it.

And now, right in front of me, that man…that trenchcoat.

Never mind the motley crew, what the hell is with this guy?

Wringing my hands nervously, I ask, “So…what the ****?”