Yesterday as I was waiting at a bus stop, I ran into (by far) the weirdest individual I have ever come across--and if you've read my blog for a while, you should have some idea how weird that is (given the people I have normally met and hung out with).
This guy was hanging out at the bench (at the bus stop) and nervously flipping through things in his backpack--I kinda had a "sense" about him that there was something afoot that I shouldn't get anywhere near.
Unfortunately, as usually happens, my curiosity got the better of me . . .
The second he noticed me standing there making eye contact with him, he began what I can best describe as a 30 minute monologue (I mostly said "yeah" and "I understand" the whole time) that covered his life expectancy (which he said was approximately 8 years, according to a doctor), his material aspirations (wanting a private hotel out in Nevada, if I remember correctly), his life aspirations (wanting to be remembered as a great artist and having his works hung in one of the nearby museums--while he was still alive), his various government and mafia connections (I have no idea who this guy is--sorry, Homeland Security readers), and his intent to set up a pornography website geared toward voyeurism (he asked if I knew what he meant by "voyeurism"--I almost laughed out loud).
During this 30 minute monologue, he never asked for money (which was the one thing I was expecting him to do).
When he left, I exchanged quiet grins with the others who had gathered at the bus stop and were standing by listening to our "conversation." My first thought was, "What the hell?"
I'd like to be able to say I had a clue what that encounter was all about, ladies and gentlemen, but frankly, I'm just as glad that I don't know.
This guy was hanging out at the bench (at the bus stop) and nervously flipping through things in his backpack--I kinda had a "sense" about him that there was something afoot that I shouldn't get anywhere near.
Unfortunately, as usually happens, my curiosity got the better of me . . .
The second he noticed me standing there making eye contact with him, he began what I can best describe as a 30 minute monologue (I mostly said "yeah" and "I understand" the whole time) that covered his life expectancy (which he said was approximately 8 years, according to a doctor), his material aspirations (wanting a private hotel out in Nevada, if I remember correctly), his life aspirations (wanting to be remembered as a great artist and having his works hung in one of the nearby museums--while he was still alive), his various government and mafia connections (I have no idea who this guy is--sorry, Homeland Security readers), and his intent to set up a pornography website geared toward voyeurism (he asked if I knew what he meant by "voyeurism"--I almost laughed out loud).
During this 30 minute monologue, he never asked for money (which was the one thing I was expecting him to do).
When he left, I exchanged quiet grins with the others who had gathered at the bus stop and were standing by listening to our "conversation." My first thought was, "What the hell?"
I'd like to be able to say I had a clue what that encounter was all about, ladies and gentlemen, but frankly, I'm just as glad that I don't know.
posted by Brian Bly at 10:58 AM
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