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impersonator? admirer? performance artist? nutcase?
This morning, while I was waiting for the bus, (on a very quiet residential street, I might add, where there is a lot of cultural diversity, but not usually a lot of weirdness,) this old man walked past me wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt. In his picture on the t-shirt, the Che is wearing a black beret with a gold star and a green army jacket. The man wearing this t-shirt? Was wearing a black beret with a gold star and a combat-green jacket. And he was holding the jacket open, presumably to make sure everyone he passed could see his t-shirt, and then notice how he was copying the picture. Oh, and the (very old) man had a nice mane of black hair too (like el Che, natch,) but from the back I could see that his gray roots were growing out.
In other news, it appears that eating too many kiwis gave me bronchitis. Which is the reason for my recent, unannounced hiatus. I was not on vacation, as some of you thought. Or, to put it another way, I was on vacation on the Isle of Bronchitis. There is not much to blog about from that exotic island, which looks exactly like my couch, save mucus levels and frequency of coughing, the daily topic of the Dr. Phil show (shudder), and some fucked up drug-induced dreams. I am totally never eating kiwis again.
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