I am on the train, listening to Train, on my way to meet Corelyn so we can drive to see Hanson. I know, judge away.

Imma let you finish, but…

…as I write this I am sitting across from a kid with a dirty skateboard, black tapered jeans, a white t with a black hooded sweatshirt and dirty black sneakers. He has a side swept hair cut and is reading “A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius.” Periodically he pulls out an organic green tea and sips while pondering.

And I am the one your thinking about judging. Chew on that.