Dear Sir: When the idea came to you to catch some rays in the center of the seldom used running track on the roof of the downtown YMCA, surely part of you said, “But people in office buildings will stare at me, in my shirtless supineness, and snicker. They might even take pictures.” But then another part of you must have said, “Aw, screw it. It’s a beautiful day. I’m getting some sun, and I don’t care who gawks.” We applaud that part of you. A man can’t live his life — not a joyous, fruitful one, anyway — worried about what others think of him. He has to do what must be done, appearances be damned. On some days, what has to be done is sunbathing. So kudos, sir. You are an inspiration.
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He may just be letting his hangover run it’s course.
Has anyone checked to see where Celeste is right now?
That shot would make a good album cover.
@Daniel: Agreed.
Maybe it’s T. Boone, getting his money’s worth…
That’s not a guy — that’s my wife…I recognize the feet.
Maybe George Michael was being a Peter Puffer with hopes of being Peter Piper, but he passed out.
More impressed by the lane striping on the curve of that track.
Today, we salute you, Mr. Ambivalent Rooftop Sunbather!
Slow day at D yeastetday? This is interesting because….?