Of course being a full-on asshole, I agree.

However, I’ve recently (last six months) found one place where conversations and interactions are downright pleasant — the local basketball courts up here in Washington Heights. The local high school boys and girls make my day with their observations, social commentary, and trash talking of this old white man (me, and then I stick a 3-J in their face, and give it right back to them). They give me hope, honest hope, for the next generation. Everybody else, please don’t talk to me.