This guy beside me at the internet cafe is kind of freaking me out. He shook my hand when he came in. Nope, I don’t know him. Now he’s laughing by himself. I assumed he was watching funny videos, or reading some sort of funny blog or something. Nope, he’s reading a sport article about the World Cup. Now he is trying to swat an imaginary bug. Yes, a bug that is indeed NOT flying around us. And I can smell his feet. Or maybe that smell is from my feet. Anyways…I hope he doesn’t look over and read this.
And, to be fair, he’s much better than the dude who looks at porn at the Claremont internet cafe that I always seem to get stuck next to.