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.
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.
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