What is it about manhood? There is talk, there is envy, there is ambition, there are lies, there are misunderstandings, there is silence, there is boredom, there is food, there are women, there are friends, there are enemies, there is soccer, there is sex, there is the thing you treasure, the moment, the city, something you don*t understand because you are too slow or you are too fast or you are too conscious of these things or because you never see what is coming until after the girl got off the train and the wine has been drunk and the cocain has been spilled and when you go back, something you should never do, all you see is emptiness, an apartment devoid of life, a face so tired you want to smack it. Wake up. But they never do. So if it happens, a rare treat, it is casual and special and the food you eat is Surf and Turf.