Okay. Well. I dropped something off for him - that ShowPeople picture and a Playbill for my friend - I had a note in the envelope telling him I hoped he felt better, etc, etc and a silver sharpie in the bottom, too. That was the "ugh! chest hair!" bit.
Anyway, I get home and I open the envelope all the way, peek in and get the sharpie out of the bottom; as I'm doing so, I realize that this envelope smells unsually good.
Weird? I think so.
A work of art is an invitation to love.