Who's the smartest kitty in the world?

Not the one on my cluttered table, licking buttons.

Worst place in NYC to practice your breaking

Half a mustache

So, where was I?

(uncomfortable silence)

I stood on the subway platform at 57th and Seventh yesterday, and when the N pulled into the station I found myself staring through the car door at a stylish man in jeans and brown suede boots, a denim jacket with embroidered patches reflecting extensive travels, a well-worn messenger bag, and a tweedy newsboy cap. And half a thick mustache.

The left half.

That's his left.

LIKE IT MATTERS.