Excerpts from my memoirs
Excerpts from my memoirs
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- TheBlueOne0
Saturday 18th May 1998.
That lunatic with the penis hat was out and about again today. He was naked, except for a backpack, riding his tricycle. I got stuck behind him at the corner stop sign, what a fucking site that was. I yelled at him to get off the street and put on some clothes for crying out loud. He pulled over to the side, stared at me oddly and then pulled a pen and black notebook and scribbled furiously in them. An odd duck indeed. Then he asked me if I had seen his socks and then started petting his tricycle and muttering something about a moped...