A reenactment of actual events. That means this really happened.....seriously....it did.
I’ve seen his kind before. Jaunty. Arrogant. Strides a little too quickly for my taste. Maybe he thought he was some kind of renegade trendsetter...or maybe he didn't know he was a hapless victim. Still, it was my duty to warn him that his blazing sprouts were an epic threat.
He caught me looking. When I crossed the street, he crossed to the other side. But when he ducked into a dead-end alleyway just ahead, I knew I had him. I told him that a thousand words might save one man's life, but one picture might save a thousand men's souls. All he could mumble in reply was: "I'd rather you didn't." And then we parted ways.
Dollars to donuts, he’s leading a double-life. Maybe he had to “work late” the night before and his secretary got a little too grabby grabby with his undergarments, or maybe he just has one too many sweat glands and desperately needs the extra protection. The only thing that really matters is the more he lies to himself, the bigger his sprouts grow.
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