A fellow smoker.

I talked to a man today as I stood outside Wege smoking a cigarette with some friends.
He was smoking, too.
He was wearing a t-shirt in the cold.
He was an older man, probably in his fifties.
As he walked inside, he stopped.
He turned.
He looked at us and said, "Never let anyone tell you who to be. Make your own ideas, decide who you will be and what you will do for yourself."
He is my new hero.