This guy.
This guy
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Had a van which seemed to be the Tuscan farm-supply market equivalent of a surplus store. I liked his look, as he gave me the hairy eyeball.
So I asked if I could try on his hat. He let me, and insisted that I also put on his vest and the shirt beneath it. Figuring this would be photographic gold (and it is), I obliged.
I should have recognized the vibe. I sensed it. It just hadn’t made it to the frontal lobes before he grabbed me by the throat to show me what a tough guy he was. I punched him in the nuts.