Today, I went to the park to edit a book, found a pavilion, sat on a bench and turned on my music. About 29 minutes into the process, this Caucasian guy with tattoos comes over with a cigarette in one hand and a book in the other. He said "Hi" and asked me how I was doing and I said "great."
About five minutes later, I turned and saw that he was laying down on the bench adjacent to me, and he was reading "I Declare," by Joel Osteen. I asked, "Is my music too loud for you?"