Despair

Imagine a guy with three university diplomas and couple of pretty good papers in a musculoca bar, watching two of his friends making out, surrounded by shirtless teens making out, too. Sounds pretty cool, huh? But then I saw the famous man-in-black on a train today, dressed as sharp as always in a pair of narrow grey trousers, stylish black jacket and super cool black shoes. Strangely enough, I started to feel serene and conciliated.