True Story©… Used to Be the Man
I’m a pretty unmistakable guy. Even in public in a mask, people can usually tell who I am from sight distance. My walk, my watch, my hair – even my beard poking out the sides and bottom of the mask. Add the whimsy of the mask itself and people tend to recognize me when they see me out. Even when I wish I had been able to hide from them. After the Rona scare where I was miraculously the only one who didn’t get it, we came to the family decision that of anyone was to venture out for sundries, I would be sacrificed the one to do it. Still no wanton browsing, digging around in the mall for bullshit and my Hot Wheels searching field trips are usually baked into Wal Mart and Dollar General runs. This story isn’t directly about that… Recently, on one of those early-morning – I had to learn to go to the grocery store at 7am when y’all started wilding over fucking toilet paper in April – runs to Food Lion down near the house for coffee creamer and toilet paper (