Pistols at Dawn. Irving Street.

Dear Neighbor, I would like to take this corner of my blog to publicly apologize for winking at you at the market that one night. I really didn't mean it in the "hey, you have an eye patch and that is why I recognize you" way. I'd also like to apologize for the treadmill challenge I instigated at the gym for no reason. Please stop playing with my dog on the sidewalk but ignoring me. It's so awkward. Would you like to have a duel to settle this up?