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As if things couldn't get any weirder - A little less than a happy high — LiveJournal
As if things couldn't get any weirder
I left the office around noon to find a thin homeless man wearing dirty black gym shorts with an oddly immaculate Santa's coat and hat ensemble at the end of our street. He was pushing around a shopping cart brimming with stuffed animals, which he abandoned long enough to accost a cute co-ed with, "C'mon girlie, give Santa a kiss!" She tried to step past, but each time she moved, he shifted with her with the same expectant pucker twisting his features. She finally got frustrated, took a big drag from her cigarette, and blew the smoke in his face to make good her escape.

I watched this, trying to figure out why the veins on his legs looked so peculiar and pronounced.

I was outside again not to long ago and passed him again. This time, all of his animation had left. He lay on his back, hatless, staring glassy-eyed at the slit of sky above our street. He could have been dead. I didn't stop to ask.

He was gone by the time I got back.
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