most awesome (my mood changes quickly)
Long, long ago we saw a man (I hope you realize by now that when I say "we" I mean Marilyn and I) on the street. He was, quite simply, the most inspiring man I'd ever come across (I am easily inspired and haven't come across much in my short life, but still) and very quickly became my secret role model.
I wrote an entry on the man, shared it with others, integrated a character like him into every story I wrote and thinking back, he was even the reason I wanted a small dog in the first place. (he isn't now. I really just want a small dog.)
Recently issamel moved. On the corner of her street lives a man who likes to go sunbathing. On the corner of the street. With nothing but huge sunglasses and shorts to cover his wrinkled body, not giving a shit about anyone seeing him. Every time I come around that corner I am shocked again and my eyes hurt, but then afterwards I grin because it is a little hilarious.
(okay, so you can see where this is going, but well, just pretend that, like me, you haven't made the connection yet)
So one day Marilyn and I were picking up issamel and waiting in the street and we are passed by an old man with a grey ponytail on a bicycle, in a way too bright pink shirt and inappropriate shorts.
"That's him!" I yell, thinking of the naked man.
"That's him!" Marilyn yells, "The man with the fur coat and the dog and the--"
"What?" I say. "No-" And then I realize yes! They're all the same! Unbelievable! And the whole puzzle comes together and there's kind of like this choir singing a discover-y tune and sunbeams lighting up the place. (in my mind)
So that's it. The most inspiring man lives in issamel's street and he blinds people with wrinkly nakedness. (now I want to be old so I can do that too)
I wrote an entry on the man, shared it with others, integrated a character like him into every story I wrote and thinking back, he was even the reason I wanted a small dog in the first place. (he isn't now. I really just want a small dog.)
Recently issamel moved. On the corner of her street lives a man who likes to go sunbathing. On the corner of the street. With nothing but huge sunglasses and shorts to cover his wrinkled body, not giving a shit about anyone seeing him. Every time I come around that corner I am shocked again and my eyes hurt, but then afterwards I grin because it is a little hilarious.
(okay, so you can see where this is going, but well, just pretend that, like me, you haven't made the connection yet)
So one day Marilyn and I were picking up issamel and waiting in the street and we are passed by an old man with a grey ponytail on a bicycle, in a way too bright pink shirt and inappropriate shorts.
"That's him!" I yell, thinking of the naked man.
"That's him!" Marilyn yells, "The man with the fur coat and the dog and the--"
"What?" I say. "No-" And then I realize yes! They're all the same! Unbelievable! And the whole puzzle comes together and there's kind of like this choir singing a discover-y tune and sunbeams lighting up the place. (in my mind)
So that's it. The most inspiring man lives in issamel's street and he blinds people with wrinkly nakedness. (now I want to be old so I can do that too)