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I heard him before i saw him. A great Yelp. It made no sense whatsoever. I was at once startled, annoyed, frightened & intrigued. Was it a yelp of desperation? Fear? Excitement? What was going on in the odd young man�s head? Was he French? I disregarded it. Maybe he just lost himself for a second. Forgot he was no longer in the shower. But then... a howl/grunt. Definitely most interesting. A young black woman walked by with an amazingly large set of breasts, but caught nary my attention. I was transfixed. There were so many questions i wanted to ask, but i couldn�t get my mouth to move. Besides, he was walking away & i would think it a great National Tragedy to stop him now. I heard two more shrieks, the second coming even after he was gone, according to my eyes. Where was he going? I was probably better off not knowing. I would almost skip writing this account. Now talk about a National Tragedy. If nothing of my life is recalled after my death/rebirth, please just let this tiny bit of ink live on. Things like this must be preserved. I want this piece of paper to be picked up by aliens centuries from now & studied as if it were historical text, because, well, it is. My only hope would be that they would be so advanced that in reading this, they would be able to read the thoughts going through my head right now. What a fun time across the ages. Bless that man to whatever transformed god or failed seeker you hang your boots with. |