@rdaily Penultimate out of five, I looked like kid on food stamps.

I was pretty okay with it, I came out of it not materialistic, though I like my toys (currently eyeing 30W portable solar panel probably don't need). My wife is frustrated dealing with the fallout, trying to make me look respectable.

I unnerve LA people who care about hip. ("Is he somebody?") My clothes—my wife bought me—I'm told are nice, but I wear them like a bum, with a tall white man confidence of a well-off dentist's son.