Your imagined future world is stupid… "In my imagined future world of urbane perfection my friends always drop 'round unannounced for coffee and cigars; we sit outside, toast the high noon sun, chew over current events, chuckle like gentlemen who’ve seen a few things."

This asinine, penis-free sentence has so much wrong with it that one can't help but wish that a steamer's trunk of old Reader's Digests would fall on James Lileks' deformed head.