OLD BEARDED MAN

An old bearded man in loose, matching, soft fiber cotton shirt and pants walking leisurely through a well maintained garden or park. Lots of healthy birds and squirrels, puffy white clouds in an otherwise perfect blue sky. He's wearing sandals and walks with his hands clasped behind his back, a gentle modern monk fully embracing the golden years of his life.

CAPTION: "In all my years living on this planet, I have cultivated only two talents. First of all, from say around my mid twenties on, upon first sight of a woman, I can predict with absolute certainty not only what her pussy looks like but what she herself looks and sounds like if and when she becomes angry. I'm sure you could imagine the value of this. Then I also have this incredible ability to sniff out a fraudulent moment. But then over time I've come to realize that it's really not all that helpful as there are always too many unknowable factors to consider when it comes to people. You just never know what's working upon them at any given time. Yeah, when it's all said and done, I'd say people are simply animals. If you can accept this, there's really nothing more to it."