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Post by John Yamrus on Jun 24, 2007 1:23:13 GMT -5
i always figured i’d end up
being the crazy one.
on the street,
walking around waving my arms at passing cars, with hair down to my shoulders.
wearing high top sneakers and carrying 3 ballpoint pens and one finely sharpened pencil in the pocket of my shirt.
i always figured that was going to be me.
but today i saw him.
the man i wanted to be.
he had the hair and the shirt and the pencil and the pens.
he even had on a pair of wild plaid pants and a black and white striped shirt.
he’s The Man...
he’s a God...
he’s a miracle in a pony tail and 8 dollar shoes.
and here i am, powerless, barely able to describe him as he picks his nose and walks away.
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