While I was on the way home

[Nephew Twiddleton]

So on the way home tonight (and yes, I just got in from the office now), taking the bus from Forest Hills to as close to my place that the buses will take me at this hour, I sat at the back of the bus, on the left, which is my favorite seat for some reason, and this dude sits in the seat in front of me, in a seat facing the side of the bus. And man, is this dude outlandish.

He was wearing pants made from duct tape over his jeans, and on his knees were bits of masking tape with writing on them, a grey suit jacket, a white linen thing for a scarf and a hat I would expect on a hipster (leave it alone, please and forget you just saw that word) or a chick. The legs of his glasses were also taped up and he had a longish tuft of hair on his chin. He carried a knit bag, a plastic bag full of newspapers, and a shovel (the digging a hole type, not something that could be excused due to the snow). Out of one bag he pulled a bunch of clothes out, and just started folding them, and putting them under his seat. So I think to myself, what the fuck is this spag doing? His cheeks are shaved, so he's not homeless or anything. I just don't know what to make of this guy. The thought then occurred to me to just, you know, kick the clothes. I resisted, but it was really tempting.

Anyway, he gets to finishing his clothes, and he pulls a piece of cardboard and a sharpie out of his pocket and starts writing on it. I can't resist so I start reading, and it's a mishmash of odd thoughts (one was about the popularity of heroin likely being a result of shitty TV) and poetry (one was about pop music and prunes). And, as I was reading it, it reminded me of the way this odd guy I once knew talked. But now of course I have a new word for just such a fellow. PINEALIST. So now I start to wondering if he's one of our wayward cousins. Well, we're heading down Belgrade Ave when he turns around and says, "Hey do you have the ti... wait, do I know you from somewhere?"

Yep. It was him. The same dude I knew years ago. Any annoyance I had with him up until then just kinda left, because this guy was just as weird 5 years ago. Don't know if he's a legit Pinealist or anything, but the term fits.

We made some small talk for awhile and he gave me his email address and wants to jam with me sometime. I might take him up on the offer, and might include him in some Discordian activities IRL (Don't worry, I won't tell him about this place), have a beer with him now and then.

He gets up for his stop and starts gathering his bags and shovel, and I point out that his clothes are still under the seat. "Oh, that's no accident. I put them there intentionally."

At the very least, I think that I can get around to doing that Reality Safari a la TGRR/Cramulus now.

Or Kill Me.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Wow. That should be pretty interesting, to say the least.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Wow. That should be pretty interesting, to say the least.

Which part?

(I for one, am DYING to find out what the shovel was for)

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I hope that guy was on an analog safari, because that ROCKS.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I hope that guy was on an analog safari, because that ROCKS.

No, that;s just how he rolls. He's always like this. I didn't recognize him because he was in profile, he dyed his hair and he's about 5 years older.

Funny enough, I had another friend at the time who reminds me of ECH and this ECH type guy freaked this dude out.