So I'm out on this sun-drenched porch on a Sunday morning sketching this nice juxtaposition, when this other juxtaposition pokes its whiskered snout into the idyll. Some wankers in the next room are wanking about the stock market, and loudly, which tends more often than not to be the case. Because their primary goal is not to exchange information but to announce to the world that they're playaz. I thought I was getting away from this when I shifted from the Starbucks model to FairGrounds. But alas, there is no hiding place.