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I've spent the last 6 or so hours dealing with work emergencies. If I've promised you anything this evening, cnsider it all to be a day behind.

woah

Walking down the street in my pseudo gentleman's wear of another era, a scruffy guy about my age couldn't stop staring at me. Not in a lustful way, and not hateful either, just sort of... frenzied, I guess you would call it -- like he'd been searching for UFO's all his life, saw me and realized I was little green men. I kept walking faster, scooting around people so he'd stop looking at me. Finally, as I fail at this at a curb, he says to me, "I know what you are." As the light changes, and I try to disappear into the farmer's market this happens two more times.

I'm so many things that people have the need to name out like a curse I have no idea what of those he could be on about.

So I give up, and I stop and I look at him, and say, "And what a nice change of pace it is, but now will you shut your goddamn mouth?"

The fucked up part? It worked.