Few men in DC possess the chic of Michael Terzano. He knows it. He uses it to his advantage. All the girls say, there goes Mike T. (or Pterodactyl as he's known), when he walks by. He hears them, he might even see them out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn't blink or turn or nod. He is a rock, an island. Mike T. is a man of men. A word of advice, watch out for him.
