Let's start with the premise that I've almost always been someone who likes to impress others. Just so you know, I have never been involved in any intrigue: politics and I never got along. One ordinary and sultry July night I was quietly lounging in my vintage outdoor chair, Bukowski-style (after banging one of his one-night stands); unlike him, I had just put my kids to bed, I was mouthing the sweetish vape of my new liquid, innocently sipping sparkling water. In short, the only real resemblances to Bukowski are in my belly and my assuredly haphazard style. I had set up my first virtual meeting with a chick from the NFT world. I was chatting with the blonde woman, intent on making an impression on the market offered to me, when the court cock came down from the roost to assert himself. He was a good-looking guy, he looked like a super hero drug dealer who, after all, would become a pigeon like all the others if you took away his super powers. The fact is that I didn't have time to finish the conversation with my hen because that the super cock gave me a head-but! Sharp blow, precise beak, broken glasses, mad mood, drawing printed. The proceeds of the sale will be used to finance a new pair of glasses for the author of the drawing (me).