My friend and I go out on a regular basis to sketch the local scene. In celebration for the upcoming big four-ah-oh, I am focusing on mainly folk over forty. The fellas near us may have known we were sketching them, but they didn't seem to mind. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that the locals seem intrigued by the idea.
Yes, that is a teeny, little braid suspended from his greaser 'do.
