I Used to Be Smart.

I’m not sure what to think of him.

I can’t decide if he’s a villain from some sci-fi B-movie or if he’s some sort of Wes Andersen manchild.

To be honest, words fail at an accurate description. A picture might get the job done, but mostly, I think you’d just have to see him.

He’s always dressed all in black. It’s a rule. The last time I saw him, it was quite an ensemble. A suit coat over a black turtleneck that was tucked into black jeans, which tapered down and tucked in to the shiniest black cowboy boots. He had some sort of back slung across his back like a bandolier. Perhaps it’s a bag filled with evil devices with which he plots world domination. Perhaps it’s a more discreetly stowed fanny pack. I never see him without his portable cd player on his hip. The silver headphones, bulky and over his entire ears are the only thing he wears that aren’t black. To describe his glasses as “coke bottle” would not be an inaccurate cliche.

(I don’t know. Just wanted to attempt a description.)

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