Like always, I meet strangers, love them for the day and move on(important note: I ALWAYS REMEMBER THEM).
Today I met a mysterious man outside my work that asked me oddly stated questions. Normally I would think this guy would just be a fucking guy,
Nevermind. It's done. I don't get it. There is no reason to over-think this too.
walking by me he stops in the middle of the street and he looks at me,
"did you (actually) pick up his call?" continually looking to his left.
conversation, conversation, "what are you, like twenty?" look to the left.
telling him my actual age, he throws his head back in a laughter of disbelief and looks to the left.
yeah man... I don't think I can smoke with him anytime soon. not until I gain a little clarity
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