Here is gent in Metro. I think I am beginning to understand how to slightly exaggerate some aspects to get closer to 'character'. At least 'character' as I see it. He was a little rumpled and a little resigned to his fate, yet he had a "little black book" in his shirt pocket.
For me, the mental and physical exhaustion from the brutally abrupt end of the hockey season is just beginning to wear off. Despite all that, I was chipper yesterday in my colorful garb -- no black mourning duds for me!