A street goof reeking of patchouli, with a red-dyed fauxhawk & a giant bangle earring hanging out of his bullring nose piercing wanders up and launches a monologue in a low mutter, eyes darting wildly about.
"Excuse me?" I say at the end, having not deciphered a single intelligible word.
"Uh....any books on Belladonna flowers?"
I direct him to the gardening section, but he's instantly distracted by a copy of Taschen's 1000 Tattoos on the display rack.
"Uh....you got anywhere I can sit and read this?"
Great.
Also, Schizophrenic Gal is once again circling the block like a Sunfish in the Monterey Aquarium outer bay tank.
Save me, Joe Louis....
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"Also, Schizophrenic Gal is once again circling the block like a Sunfish in the Monterey Aquarium outer bay tank."
Heh.
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