wise old owl

My friend, Corin showed up downtown the night before last donning what I think was a cheap version of an Akubra, old man glasses, and a mustache. I managed to somehow weasel away the mustache and glasses from him and at some point in the evening my little owl money bag (that Will sneakily bought me in SanFransisco while we were in Chinatown after I said how much I liked them) took the facial hair from me.