After a work-out today, I’m all jacked – but feelin good not caring that I was in sweaty, torn, horrible clothes … because I’m thinkin – it’s a workout, I don’t have to look good, but I gotta keep it tight.

The problem is, I don’t live JUST anywhere. I live in Milan. And here, there is no excuse for looking bad. Case in point, I’m walking and this woman walks past me, also finishing a work-out, but she was in hot pink kicks and all black work-out gear, including the bag. And, she was topped-off in sport utility ski shades, with wing tip frames and frosted lenses. Damn …

I decided right then and there – a) I need to look good on EVERY occasion, and b) I’m gettin new shades, EVERY season.

But what I want are the new joints. There’s those double-bridge joints, those tortoise shell joints, and the naked rim joints. And they all come with different “refinements” such as the havanas, the crystal lenses, the tri-color frames …

And I gotta choose one.