I'm the kinda of person who has what I suppose is a common face. I say that on account of someone is always telling me that I look just like their cousin, brother, uncle, nephew, and/or childhood best friend.
So I guess it's no surprise that after a long day of trying to rustle up images of interesting people, I was unlocking my bike from in front of the 1701 Executive Cigar Bar when the gentleman picture above asked,
"Hey! Where do I know you from?"
As is my custom, I began to enumerate the various eras of my life and their corresponding institutions in search of a common history.
High school? Nope. College? Nope. Childhood neighborhood. Nada.
Though we never solved the mystery of my familiar face, we did manage to agree on taking a portrait as he was on his way into the cigar bar.
So there you have it. An exceedingly friendly - albeit complete unfamiliar - cigar connoisseur.
[p.s. I hope I don't never look like someone who just robbed a bank...]