16th/17th and Wells

Around 2 a.m. on Saturday I saw this guy that I judged way too quickly.  Yes, I admit it.  Sometimes our empirical prototypes and our instinctive need to make hasty generalizations can be a bad thing (sometimes...). The physical appearance of this indivdual (clothes and all) lead me to believe that he was a man of the street; raised in the struggle and lovin' it.  However, our conversation lead me to believe otherwise.  Who would have ever thought that I would have ended up talking about my childhood (Poke'mon and all the other Japanese creations that were produced with minimal costs and sold to the American youth at inflated, otherwise ridiculous prices) with some guy who worked at Papa John's at 2 a.m? The pizza was good too....