Walking towards each other on Gore, you with a friend, me in a Wu-Tang t-shirt. You yelled "Hey, gimme dat Wu-Tang shirt!" I stared a little and smiled, shook my head. You yelled again, as you passed, grinning, "GIMME DAT WU-TANG!" I smiled, "Can't, naked underneath". You grinned more "GIMME IT!". I loved the whole exchange and you are one styley brother and I like your moxy.