He walks the mean streets of New York City for hours on end, day and night, deciding, deciding, deciding. Fueled by takeout coffee but scowling under the enormous weight of all that deciding, wearing his, um, I don't know, his lucky deciding cap, I guess? But deciding, always deciding. And then realizing, alas a click of the camera shutter too late, "Oh f---, guess what picture's gonna show up in every Republican ad if I run?"