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Sitting in Madison Park, Tuesday afternoon, just, you know, eating some cherries on a park bench. I was, I mean. And I see this guy walk by. Over six feet, maybe as tall as seven. Completely bald, pencil moustache, wrap-around leather shoes that looked almost like sandals, cream business suit (Very stylish) and dark glasses. When I say dark I mean anti-light dark. He was walking straight into the sun and there was still no hint of reflection of eyes behind them. But the strangest thing was his walk. Like his legs were put on... different. Like you'd stuffed something vaguely insectoid into human skin and said 'go.' No one else noticed or even looked at him. Strange feeling of coldness around when he walked past. And he was wearing a massive golden ankh around his neck. Apparent age 40. Any ideas who or what the hell this person was? I'm curious.
(Sidenote. On the drive home, we found a scarab beetle scuttling around inside the car. Also befriended several Luna moths on the PA turnpike. Kind of a totem of mine anyway, but it was neat. I got pictures of one landing on me. Er. This has nothing to do with my question, it was just neat.) |
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