Earlier today on the bus going to work, I see out the window a man dressed in black chasing after the bus. TDHG. You can’t miss him because he’s over six feet tall and always wears a black suit.
“Overslept again?”
“Yeah :D”
His smile is disarming.
“Shit, my fly’s down! I thought something felt drafty”.
This is when my lethargic 6-am self starts laughing her ass off.
Sometimes while off in my weird daydream world in which people are amplified in such a way that they resemble characters from an “overrated” and “tried too hard” movie script, I often forget that they were based after somebody fleshy and human.
And I thought it was only me who saw the world in surreal movie sets.