It's that chilly Saturday after Thanksgiving, and I'm on a walk with a friend heading out toward St. Johns. Three late 20-something, sheet rocker-type guys are standing around on the porch of a tired-looking house.
Sheet Rocker 1: "I've been meaning to read Mein Kampf."
Sheet Rocker 2: "Yeah, I hear it's good."
We cross the street.
- Overheard by Gm