February 7th, Somewhere in FL
C-(Yells as he walks past me) "These days everything'll kill ya. Don't need to see any of that [curdla? I think he said]. Everything's got lead and nuclear junk in it. You eat it- dead. You drink it- dead. Just like that Mr. Salesman. Don't care no more Nobody."
Me- "You're still here. You're not dead, from what I can tell." (I look around and some other passers by chuckle at our exchange.) "What's your secret?"
C- "I'm Italian. We're immortal. Maybe it's our diet. Cook me up some pasta in your fancy pan, [sounded like gadoo?]."