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the professor name's John, I think every day a goatee a ponytail and an honest smile brings me flowers sometimes. pays in nickels sometimes. "have an easy day" he says to me man in the same brown suit, mismatching every day coffee, hunched over with something under his arm sometimes. never seen him speak just a scowl and a solemn shuffle the owner of the bar next door I think. out for a cigarette every 30 minutes or so or move his car he gets our mail sometimes. glasses on his forehead never on his face always a fleeting noncommittal smile pacing past the door sly eyes. there's the guy stuck in the 70s. every day bell bottoms a black bowl cut it's a wig I think. a leather jacket sometimes. walks like he owns the sidewalk he doesn't. the old man the half-blind one orders the same thing always. with his walker his hands searching haven't seen him in a while the big guy from the burger place across the street no, not the famous one the other place. took his suggestion got a burger wasn't very good but he's always so cheery, gotta be nice the one guy blue shorts guy stops by during his run, to check the selection.  back an hour later in pants and a jacket now. never buys a thing wearing those blue shorts the woman with oddly spaced teeth and hair the short witchy kind lots of shawls and oversized tote bags and cargo-capri's. complained of an allergic reaction once to god knows what. keeps coming back though a mother and son mother, tired. ten year old private school boy asks for too much and too many questions "did you make this?" "are you really 20?" "do you go to school?" he asks so many questions "yes, yes, no." "why not?" "well…" mom saves me distracts him away the poor skinny one the homeless man. ill-fitting clothes always. women's sometimes. begging, cigarettes and money has a tic, says "hello! hi! hello!" every few seconds he's very persistent. and very polite. gracefully insane, I'd say
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
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the professor name's John, I think every day a goatee a ponytail and an honest smile brings me flowers sometimes. pays in nickels sometimes. "have an easy day" he says to me man in the same brown suit, mismatching every day coffee, hunched over with something under his arm sometimes. never seen him speak just a scowl and a solemn shuffle the owner of the bar next door I think. out for a cigarette every 30 minutes or so or move his car he gets our mail sometimes. glasses on his forehead never on his face always a fleeting noncommittal smile pacing past the door sly eyes. there's the guy stuck in the 70s. every day bell bottoms a black bowl cut it's a wig I think. a leather jacket sometimes. walks like he owns the sidewalk he doesn't. the old man the half-blind one orders the same thing always. with his walker his hands searching haven't seen him in a while the big guy from the burger place across the street no, not the famous one the other place. took his suggestion got a burger wasn't very good but he's always so cheery, gotta be nice the one guy blue shorts guy stops by during his run, to check the selection.  back an hour later in pants and a jacket now. never buys a thing wearing those blue shorts the woman with oddly spaced teeth and hair the short witchy kind lots of shawls and oversized tote bags and cargo-capri's. complained of an allergic reaction once to god knows what. keeps coming back though a mother and son mother, tired. ten year old private school boy asks for too much and too many questions "did you make this?" "are you really 20?" "do you go to school?" he asks so many questions "yes, yes, no." "why not?" "well…" mom saves me distracts him away the poor skinny one the homeless man. ill-fitting clothes always. women's sometimes. begging, cigarettes and money has a tic, says "hello! hi! hello!" every few seconds he's very persistent. and very polite. gracefully insane, I'd say
I love working a menial job.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
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