This is how Satchel prepares his personality. His number one coffee table book was a colorful collection of pinku movie poster prints which leaned against a cabinet filled with empty beer bottles because he did not own a table. He did have a stack of vhs tapes and music cassettes organized by color rather than alpha chrono genre method. The setting was crucial to his state of mind just as any holy shrine elevates the soul. Satchel practiced lines from songs and films not knowing which way the lines would be received; obscure and possibly his own or familiar, witty and humorous, spot on. Either way the whole routine usually paved the way for a night spent in the background faking the style of a man who deserved to be wanted by women but only confusedly muttered at girls at the bar.