Tony's Vision

I had a hunch people thought of me this way, but I never knew for sure until now. Here's the "vision" Tony had when I told him my new apartment had a fireplace:

"I have a vision of you, Kevin, in a burgandy robe, drinking single malt scotch in this huge rimmed, bulbous glass with a cigar in the ash tray, reading some Dostoyevsky by the firelight in that huge wooden chair of yours."

Close, but no cigar.