Chicago Says Welcome Back!

I was immediately accosted by a self-professed wasted dude sans shirt after exiting the train station.

"Where's the party?" he said.
"Dunno," I said.
"You like 'em hung?" he said.
A pause.
"I like 'em artistic," I said.
"What's that?" he said.
"Painters, musicians, writers, anything that runs on internal drive," I said.
"What's internal drive?" he said.
"Creating without someone telling you to," I said.
"What about guy artists?" he said.
"It's all the same," I said.
"Have you ever drawn a nude?" he said.
"I'm not a visual artist," I said.
"What if you were to see me nude?" he said.
"Why would I want to?" I said.
"Because you'd always have it in your memory," he said.
"There's my ride," I said.